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PRINTED IN THE U.S. A. 



PREFACE 

The delightful story of Pinocchio was written by an 
Italian named Signor Lorenzini about fifty years ago. Al¬ 
though it closely resembles a folk tale, it is a true fairy story. 

Lorenzini wrote several other stories for children; but 
for a long time he was unknown to his readers because he 
wrote under the assumed name of C. Collodi, which was the 
name of his native town. 


Sidney G. Firman. 















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CONTENTS 


PAGE 

The Story of a Marionette. 11 

Master Cherry’s Visitor. 13 

The Marionette. 17 

Pinocchio Runs Away. 22 

The Talking Cricket. 24 

Pinocchio’s Hunger. 29 

Pinocchio Loses His Feet. 31 

Gepetto Returns Home. 33 

The New Feet. 37 

Pinocchio Sets Out for School. 42 

Pinocchio Goes to the Show. 45 

Fire-Eater Pardons Pinocchio. 49 

The Fox and the Cat. 51 

The Gray Goose Inn. 57 

The Assassins. 60 

Pinocchio Is Hung on the Big Oak. 66 

Pinocchio Is Saved by the Fairy with Blue Hair. 70 

Pinocchio Refuses the Medicine. 73 

Pinocchio Is Robbed of His Money and Is Sent to 

Prison. 83 

Pinocchio Is Caught in a Trap. 88 

Pinocchio Discovers the Robbers. 93 

Pinocchio Goes to Find the Fairy and His Father. 97 
Pinocchio Reaches the Island of the Industrious 

Bees. 101 

Pinocchio Decides to Be a Good Boy. 109 

Pinocchio Goes to School . Ill 

Pinocchio Goes to See the Dog-Fish. 113 

Pinocchio Jumfs into the Sea. 123 

Pinocchio Is Rescued from the Fisher-Man. 128 

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CONTENTS 


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Pinocchio Invites the Boys to His Party. 138 

Pinocchio Goes to the Land of Blockheads. 142 

Pinocchio Has Donkey Ears. 144 

Pinocchio Is Sold. 149 

Pinocchio Is Swallowed by a Fish. 155 

The Cottage. 159 

Pinocchio Becomes a Real Boy. 166 









ILLUSTRATIONS 


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The Piece of Wood Struck Gepetto a Terrible Blow 15 
“Pinocchio, Give Me Back My Wig!” He Shouted. . 19 
“Hold Your Tongue, You Wicked Cricket!” Shouted 

Pinocchio. 25 

He Made Pinocchio a Suit of Clothes from Some 
Wall-Paper That Was Covered with Pretty 

Flowers. 39 

The Showman Was Named Fire-Eater. 47 

Then He Took Out the Money That Fire-Eater Had 

Given Him. 53 

Then They Drew Out Two Long Knives and Tried 

to Stab Him. 63 

So They Hung Pinocchio to the Branch of a Tree .. 67 

The Doctors Came at Once. 71 

Just Then the Door Opened and Four Black Rabbits 

Entered . 75 

“Listen to Me, Then,” Said the Parrot. 85 

“My Name Is Not Melampo,” Said the Marionette 91 
They Saw a Little Boy Jump from a Rock into the 

Sea. 99 

“Drink, My Boy, if You Wish To,” Said the Little 

Woman . 105 

He Turned and Saw Two Soldiers. 119 

The Fisher-Man Was Furious at Seeing His Fish 

Snatched from Him. 129 

“ Is the Fairy at Home? ” Asked the Marionette ... 133 

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ILLUSTRATIONS 


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“You Brayed Well, I Knew Your Voices”. 147 

Instead of a Dead Donkey, He Pulled Up a Live 

Marionette. 153 

The Gardener Taught Him How to Turn the Pump¬ 
ing Machine. 163 





PINOCCHIO 


THE STORY OF A MARIONETTE 


O NCE upon a time there was a piece of wood. 
It was not worth much. It was only a 
piece of fire-wood like those that we burn 
in winter in the stove or in the fire-place to warm 
the rooms. 

I cannot say how it happened; but one fine 
day an old carpenter found this piece of wood 
in his shop. The name of the carpenter was Mas¬ 
ter Antonio, but almost everybody called him 
Master Cherry because the end of his nose was 
almost as red as a ripe cherry. 

When Master Cherry saw the piece of wood 
he was pleased. He rubbed his hands together 
with delight, and said softly to himself: 

“This wood has come just at the right time. 
I will use it to make a leg for the table.” 

As soon as he had said this, he took a sharp 
ax to cut away the bark. But before he could 
strike the first blow, he stopped with the ax held 
high in the air. He had heard a very small voice 
say, “Do not strike me so hard!” 

Master Cherry was very much surprised. 
He turned his eyes all around the room to see 

where the little voice came from. He looked 

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12 PINOCCHIO 

under the bench. He looked in the cupboard. He 
looked in the basket of shavings. He even opened 
the door of the shop and looked into the street; but 
no one could he see. 

At last Master Cherry laughed and began 
to scratch his head. 

“I see how it all is,” he said. “I only thought 
I heard some one speak.” 

Again he took up the ax, and this time he 
struck the piece of wood a terrible blow. 

“Oh! you have hurt me!” cried the same lit¬ 
tle voice. 

Master Cherry stood as still as if he had 
turned to stone. His eyes started out of his head 
with fright. His mouth remained open, and his 
tongue hung down almost to the edge of his chin. 

He was trembling with fear, but as soon as 
he was able to speak, he said: 

“Where on earth did that little voice come 
from? There is no one here. Is it possible this 
piece of wood has learned to cry and speak like 
a child? I cannot believe it. It is only a piece of 
fire-wood. If I threw it on the fire, it would boil 
a pot of beans. Can anyone be hiding inside it? 
If anyone is hiding there, so much the worse for 
him. I will settle him at once.” 


MASTER CHERRY’S VISITOR 


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As he said this, he took the poor piece of 
wood in his hands and began to beat it against 
the wall. 

Then he stopped to listen to see if he could 
hear the little voice. He waited two minutes. 
He waited five minutes. He waited ten minutes, 
but he could hear nothing. 

“I see how it all is,” said he as he tried to 
laugh and pushed his wig back into place. “I 
only thought I heard some one speak.” 

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But all the time he was frightened, and he 
tried to sing to give himself a little courage. 

He put aside the ax and took his plane, but 
as soon as he began to smooth the wood, the lit¬ 
tle voice laughed and said: 

“Stop! You are tickling me!” 

This time Master Cherry fell down as if he 
had been struck by lightning. At last, when he 
opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the 
floor. His face was quite white, and the end of 
his nose, instead of being red, had become blue 
from fright. 


MASTER CHERRY’S VISITOR 

At that moment some one knocked at the 
door. 


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“Come in,” said the carpenter; for he did 
not have the strength to rise to his feet. 

A little old man at once walked into the 
shop. His name was Gepetto, but some of the 
bad boys called him “Indian Pudding,” because 
his yellow wig looked so much like a pudding. 

“Good day, Master Antonio,” said Gepetto. 
“What are you doing there on the floor?” 

“I am teaching the A. B. C.’s to the ants,” 
said Antonio. “What can I do for you?” 

“I have come to ask a favor of you,” said 
Gepetto. 

“Well, here I am, ready to serve you,” replied 
the carpenter, as he rose to his knees. 

“This morning an idea came into my head,” 
said Gepetto. “I thought I would make a won¬ 
derful puppet or marionette that could run and 
jump. With it I could travel about the world 
and earn a living.” 

“Good for you, Indian Pudding,” shouted the 
same little voice that had frightened Antonio. 

Gepetto was very angry and said, “Why do 
you insult me?” 

“I did not insult you,” said Antonio. 

“Yes, you did,” said Gepetto. “I heard what 
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me a piece of wood so I can make my marionette, 
and I shall go home and not trouble you again.” 

Master Antonio was delighted. He went to 
the bench and got the piece of wood that had 
frightened him. But just as he was going to 
give it to his friend, the piece of wood jumped 
out of his hands and struck Gepetto a terrible 
blow upon the knees. 

“You have a nice way of giving presents,” 
said Gepetto. “You have almost lamed me!” 

“I did not do it. It was the wood,” said An¬ 
tonio. 

“I do not believe you,” said Gepetto, as he 
limped out of the door with the piece of wood in 
his hand. 

THE MARIONETTE 

Gepetto lived in a small room with one win¬ 
dow. The only furniture he had was an old 
chair, a bed, and a broken table. At one end of 
the room there was a fire-place in which a fire 
was burning; but the fire was painted. Over the 
fire was a painted kettle that seemed to be boil¬ 
ing and sending out clouds of steam. 

As soon as he reached home, Gepetto took 
his tools and began to make his marionette. 

“What name shall I give him?” he said to 


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himself. “I think I shall call him Pinocchio. It 
is a name that will bring him luck. I once knew 
a whole family that was named Pinocchio. The 
father was named Pinocchio. The mother was 
named Pinocchia, and the little children were 
named Pinocchi, and all of them did well.” 

Having found a name for the marionette, he 
began to work in earnest. First he made the 
hair, then the forehead, and then the eyes. 

As soon as the eyes were finished, he was sur¬ 
prised to see them move and begin to stare at 
him. Soon he became angry and said: 

“Wooden eyes, why do you stare at me?” 

No one answered. 

Then he took his knife and made the nose, 
but as soon as he had finished it, it began to grow. 
And it grew, and it grew, until it seemed as if it 
never would stop growing. 

Gepetto cut it off, and cut it off, until he was 
tired, but it only grew longer and longer. 

Before he had finished the mouth, it began 
to laugh and make fun of him. “Stop laughing!” 
said Gepetto; but he might as well have spoken 
to the wall. 

“Stop laughing, I say!” he shouted in an 
angry voice. 





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The mouth then stopped laughing - , but stuck 
out its tongue as far as it would go. 

Gepetto pretended not to see this, and went 
on with his work. After the mouth was finished, 
he made the chin, then the throat, then the arms 
and the hands. 

As soon as he had made the hands, Gepetto 
felt his wig pulled off. He turned around, and 
what do you think he saw? He saw his yellow 
wig in the hands of the marionette. 

“Pinocchio, give me back my wig!” he 
shouted. 

But instead of giving it back, Pinocchio put 
it on his own head, and was almost smothered 
by it. 

Pinocchio’s conduct made Gepetto feel very 
sad. He dried a tear and said: 

“You young rascal! You are not yet finished, 
and still you do not have respect for your father. 

You are a bad, bad boy!” 

Then he began to make the legs and the feet, 
but before they were finished they began to kick 
him. 

“I deserve it,” he said to himself. “I should 
have thought of it before. Now it is too late.” 

Then he placed the marionette on the floor 


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PINOCCHIO 


and began to teach him to walk. At first his legs 
were stiff, and he could not move. But Gepetto 
held him by the hand and showed him how to put 
one foot before the other. 

PINOCCHIO RUNS AWAY 

After a few moments Pinocchio began to 
walk and then to run about the room. At last 
he jumped through the open door and ran down 
the street. 

Gepetto ran after him, but he was not able 
to catch him. Pinocchio leaped like a rabbit. 
His wooden feet made more noise on the pave¬ 
ment than twenty pair of heavy shoes. 

“Stop him! Stop him!” shouted Gepetto. 

But the people only stood still with wonder, 
as the marionette ran past them like a race¬ 
horse. They only laughed at Gepetto as he ran 
after him. 

At last a soldier heard the noise and thought 
that a colt had escaped from his master. He 
placed himself in the middle of the road with his 
feet spread apart so nothing could pass him. 

When Pinocchio saw him, he tried to escape 
him by passing between his legs. But the sol¬ 
dier caught him by the nose and held him fast. 


PINOCCHIO RUNS AWAY 23 

It was a very large nose and just the size to be 
held by a soldier. 

As soon as the soldier put Pinocchio into the 
hands of Gepetto, he tried to punish him by pull¬ 
ing his ears. But just think how surprised he 
was because he could not find them. In his hurry 
to finish the marionette, he had forgotten to 
make the ears. 

So he took him by the neck and led him 
away. As they went along Gepetto said: 

“We will go home now and settle this af¬ 
fair.” 

But Pinocchio threw himself on the ground 
and would not take another step. Soon a crowd 
of idle persons gathered and made a ring about 
them. Some of them said one thing, and some 
another. 

“Poor marionette!” said several. “He is 
right in not wishing to go home. Who knows how 
that bad old Gepetto will beat him!” 

Some one said: “Gepetto seems like a good 
man, but with boys he is very cruel. If that poor 
marionette is left in his hands, he will tear him 
in pieces.” 

So at last the soldier set Pinocchio free, and 
led Gepetto away to prison. The poor man, who 


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had done nothing wrong, cried like a child. When 
he came to the prison, he said: 

“Wicked boy! And I tried so hard to make 
a good marionette! But it serves me right. I 
should have thought of it before.” 

What was done afterwards is a story that is 
very hard to believe, but I will tell it to you just 
as it happened. 

THE TALKING CRICKET 

While poor Gepetto was being taken to pris¬ 
on for no fault of his, that imp Pinocchio, find¬ 
ing himself free from the hands of the soldier, 
ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. In or¬ 
der that he might reach home quicker, he ran 
across the fields. In his hurry he jumped over 
banks, hedges, and ditches full of water, just as 
a wild animal would have done if chased by 
hunters. 

When he came to the house, he found the 
door was not locked. So he opened it and went 
in. He threw himself on the floor to rest, but 
he quickly got up again. He heard some one in 
the room who was saying, “Cri-cri-cri!” 

“Who calls me?” said Pinocchio in a fright. 

“It is I!” said the voice. 



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Pinocchio turned around and saw a big 
cricket crawling slowly up the wall. 

“Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?” said he. 

“I am the Talking Cricket,” it said, “and I 
have lived here for more than a hundred years.” 

“It doesn’t matter how long you have lived 
here,” said the marionette. “The room is mine 
now, and you will do me a favor by going away 
at once, without even turning around.” 

“I will not go away,” said the Cricket, “until 
I have told you a great truth.” 

“Tell it to me, then,” said Pinocchio, “and be 
quick about it.” 

“Woe to those boys who rebel against their 
parents, and run away from home,” said the 
Cricket. “They will never have any good luck, 
and sooner or later, they will be very sorry.” 

“Sing away, little Cricket, as long as you 
please,” said Pinocchio. “But I have made up my 
mind to run away to-morrow morning as soon as 
it is light. If I stay here, what happens to other 
boys will happen to me also. I shall be sent to 
school and shall be made to study. To tell you 
the truth, I do not wish to study. It is much more 
amusing to run after butterflies and to climb 
trees and take young birds out of their nests.” 


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“Poor little goose!” said the Cricket. “Do 
you not know that you will grow up to be a per¬ 
fect donkey, and every one will make fun of 
you?” 

“Hold your tongue, you wicked old Cricket!” 
shouted Pinocchio. 

But the Cricket was not angry. It only said: 
“But if you do not wish to go to school, why do 
you not learn a trade? Then you will be able to 
earn a piece of bread.” 

“Do you want me to tell you?” replied Pinoc¬ 
chio. “Well, I will tell you. Among all the 
trades in the world there is only one that I like.” 

“And what is that?” asked the Cricket. 

“It is to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse myself, 
and to lead an idle life from morning until 
night.” 

“As a rule,” said the Talking Cricket, “those 
who follow that trade end in a hospital or in a 
prison.” 

“Take care,” said Pinocchio, “or you will 
make me angry.” 

“Poor Pinocchio! How I pity you!” said the 
Cricket. 

“Why do you pity me?” said he. 

“Because you are a marionette,” said the 


PINOCCHIO’S HUNGER 29 

Cricket, “and what is worse, you have a wooden 
head.” 

At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in 
a rage, and taking a wooden mallet from the 
bench, he threw it at the Talking Cricket. Per¬ 
haps he never meant to hit him; but unfortu¬ 
nately he struck him exactly on the head. The 
poor cricket had hardly breath to cry out “Cri- 
cri-cri” befqre he was flattened against the wall. 

PINOCCHIO’S HUNGER 

Night was coming on, and Pinocchio remem¬ 
bered that he had eaten nothing all day. He be¬ 
gan to feel a gnawing in his stomach that was 
very much like an appetite. In fact, his hunger 
grew so quickly that he could hardly wait for 
something to eat. 

He ran to the fire-place, where a kettle was 
boiling. He was about to take off the lid to see 
what was in it, when he saw that the kettle was 
only painted on the wall. You can imagine his 
feelings. His nose began to grow again, and be¬ 
came three inches longer. 

Then he began to run about the room. He 
looked in drawers and in every other place for a 
bit of bread. He thought there must be a crust 


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of bread or a bone, but he could find nothing at 
all. 

And all the time his hunger grew and grew 
until he felt as if he should faint. Then he began 
to cry and said: 

“The Talking Cricket was right. It was 
wrong to disobey my father and run away from 
home. If he were here now, I should not be dying 
of hunger. Oh! what a dreadful thing hunger 
is!” 

Just then he thought he saw something on 
the floor. It was round and white and looked like 
a hen’s egg. He sprang and seized it. It was in¬ 
deed an egg. 

Pinocchio was overjoyed. Thinking it was 
a dream, he kept turning the egg over in his 
hands. He felt it and kissed it, and as he kissed 
it, he said: 

“Now how shall I cook it? Shall I make an 
omelet? Shall I fry it? Or, shall I boil it? No, 
the quickest way of all is to cook it in a bowl of 
hot water. I am in such a hurry to eat it.” 

So he placed a bowl on a brazier full of red- 
hot coals. He poured a little water into the bowl. 
When the water began to boil, he broke the egg¬ 
shell over it, so that the egg might drop in. But 


PINOCCHIO LOSES HIS FEET 31 


instead of the yolk and the white, a little chicken 
hopped out. It was very gay and polite. It made 
a bow and said: 

“Many thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving 
me the trouble of breaking the shell. Good-by 
until we meet again. Keep well and give my best 
wishes to all at home.” 

As it said this, it flew through the open win¬ 
dow and was soon lost to sight. 

The poor marionette stood there staring out 
of the window. His mouth was open and the 
empty egg-shell was in his hand. But as soon as 
his surprise was over, he began to cry and scream 
and stamp his feet on the floor. Between his 
sobs, he said: 

“Yes, the Talking Cricket was right. If I 
had not run away from home, and if my papa 
were here, I should not now be dying of hunger! 
What a terrible thing it is to be hungry!” 

The sight of food had made him more hun¬ 
gry than ever. So he thought he would leave the 
house and go out to look for some one who would 
give him a piece of bread. 

PINOCCHIO LOSES HIS FEET 

It was a wild and stormy night. The thun¬ 
der was terrible and the lightning was so bright 


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that the sky seemed on fire. A strong wind was 
blowing clouds of dust over the streets and mak¬ 
ing the trees creak as it passed. 

Pinocchio was afraid of thunder, but hunger 
was stronger than fear. So he closed the door 
and ran to the village. He ran so fast that he 

panted like a dog after a chase. 

But he found the village all dark and desert¬ 
ed. The shops were closed, the windows were 
shut, and there was not even a dog in the street. 
It seemed like the land of the dead. 

Pinocchio took hold of a door-bell and began 
to ring it with all his might. He said to himself , 
“That will bring somebody.” 

And so it did. A little old man appeared at a 
window with a night-cap on his head and called 
to him in an angry voice: 

“What do you want at such an hour of the 
night?” 

“Would you be kind enough to give me a lit¬ 
tle bread?” said Pinocchio. 

“Wait there and I will come back directly,” 
said the little old man. 

He thought the marionette was one of the 
bad boys who ring door-bells at night to disturb 
people who are sleeping. 


GEPETTO RETURNS HOME 


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In half a minute the window was opened 
again, and the voice of the little old man called 
to Pinocchio: “Come near the house and hold out 
your cap.” 

Pinocchio pulled off his cap, but just as he 
held it out a great basin of water was poured 
down on him. It wet him from head to foot as if 
he had been a pot of dried-up roses. 

Pinocchio went home like a wet chicken. He 
was tired and hungry, and so he sat down and put 
his feet on the brazier to dry them. 

And then he fell asleep; and while he was 
asleep, his feet, which were made of wood, took 
fire and were burned to cinders. Pinocchio slept 
on as if his feet belonged to some one else. At 
last, about daybreak, he awoke because some one 
was knocking at the door. 

“Who is there?” he asked, yawning and rub¬ 
bing his eyes. 

“It is I!” answered a voice. 

And the voice was the voice of Gepetto. 

GEPETTO RETURNS HOME 

Poor Pinocchio, whose eyes were not half 
open yet, had not noticed that his feet were 
burned off. So as soon as he heard his father, 


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he jumped up and started for the door. But 
after he had stumbled two or three times, he 
fell flat on the floor. The noise he made in fall¬ 
ing 1 was like that of a bag of wood that had been 
thrown from a fifth story window. 

“Open the door!” shouted Gepetto from the 
street. 

“Dear papa, I cannot,” said the marionette, 
as he cried and rolled about on the floor. 

“Why can’t you?” asked Gepetto. 

“Because my feet have been eaten,” said 
Pinocchio. 

“And who has eaten your feet?” asked Ge¬ 
petto. 

“The cat,” said Pinocchio; for he saw her 
playing - with some shavings, and thought she 
had eaten his feet. 

“Open the door, I tell you!” shouted Gepet¬ 
to. “If you don’t, when I get into the house, I 
shall punish you.” 

“Believe me, father,” said Pinocchio, “I can¬ 
not walk. I shall have to walk on my knees for 
the rest of my life.” 

Gepetto thought the marionette was trying 
to fool him, so he climbed up the side of the house 
and came in through the window. He was very 


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angry, but when he saw Pinocchio lying on the 
floor without any feet, he felt very sorry for him. 
He took him up in his arms and kissed him, and 
said: 

“My little Pinocchio, how did you happen 
to burn your feet?” 

“I don’t know, papa,” said Pinocchio. “It 
was a terrible night. It thundered and light¬ 
ened. I was very hungry, and the Talking Crick¬ 
et said to me, ‘It serves you right. You were bad 
and ran away from home.’ Then I said, ‘Take 
care, Cricket.’ And he said, ‘You are a mario¬ 
nette and have a wooden head.’ So I threw the 
hammer at him and he died, but it was his fault, 
for I did not wish to kill him. 

“Then I found an egg and tried to cook it, but 
a chicken flew out of the shell and said, ‘Good-by 
until we meet again.’ I was so hungry that I 
went to the village to beg for something to eat, 
but an old man poured a basin of water on my 
head. So I came home and sat down by the brazier 
to dry my feet. I must have fallen asleep with my 
feet near the coals, for when I awoke, they were 
burned off. Now I am hungry.” 

Gepetto could not understand all that the 
marionette had told him, but he did understand 


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that he was dying of hunger. So he took three 
pears from his pocket, saying: 

“These three pears were to be my breakfast, 
but I am glad to give them to you. Eat them. I 
hope they will do you good.” 

“If you wish me to eat them,” said Pinocchio, 
“be kind enough to peel them for me.” 

“Peel them?” said Gepetto. “I am surprised 
to find you are so dainty. In this world you 
should accustom yourself to eat anything that 
is set before you.” 

“No doubt you are right,” said Pinocchio, 
“but I never eat fruit that has not been peeled.” 

So Gepetto found a knife and peeled the 
three pears. He put the skins on the table. 

Having eaten the first pear in two mouth¬ 
fuls, Pinocchio was about to throw away the 
core; but Gepetto caught hold of his arm and 
said: 

“Do not throw it away. In this world every¬ 
thing may be of some use.” 

“But I have made up my mind that I shall 
never eat cores!” Pinocchio shouted angrily. 

And so the three cores, instead of being 
thrown out of the window, were placed on the 
table with the skins. 


THE NEW FEET 37 

After he had eaten the three pears, Pinoc- 
chio yawned and said, “I am still hungry.” 

“But, my boy, I have nothing more to give 
you,” said Gepetto. “I have only the skins and 
the cores of the three pears.” 

“Well, if there is nothing else,” said Pinoc- 
chio, “I will eat the skins!” 

When he began to eat the skins, he made a 
sour face, but one after another he soon ate them 
all. Then he ate the cores. When he had eaten 
everything, he said, “Now I feel better.” 

“Now you see I was right,” said Gepetto, 
“when I said that we should not be too particu¬ 
lar about what we eat. We never can tell what 
may happen to us.” 

THE NEW FEET 

As soon as the marionette had satisfied his 
hunger, he began to cry because he wanted a new 
pair of feet. But to punish him for being bad, 
Gepetto allowed him to cry and complain for 
half a day. Then he said to him: 

“Why should I make you new feet? Perhaps 
you wish to run away from home again.” 

“I promise you,” said the marionette, sob¬ 
bing, “that I will always be a good boy.” 


38 


PINOCCHIO 


“All boys promise that,” said Gepetto, “when 
they wish to get something.” 

“I promise you that I will go to school and 
study,” said Pinocchio. 

“All boys repeat that same story, when they 
are trying to get something,” said Gepetto. 

“But I am not like other boys,” said Pinoc¬ 
chio. “I am better than all of them, and I al¬ 
ways speak the truth. I promise you that I will 
learn a trade so that I shall be able to take care 
of you in your old age.” 

Gepetto tried to look cross, but his eyes were 
full of tears and his heart was full of pity for the 
poor marionette. Without saying another word, 
he took his tools and two small pieces of wood 
and set to work. 

In less than an hour the feet were finished. 
They were as swift and graceful little feet as if 
they had been made by a great artist. 

Then Gepetto said to the marionette, “Shut 
your eyes and go to sleep!” 

So Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to 
go to sleep, and while his eyes were shut, Gepetto 
fastened the feet on with a little glue. He did 
it so well that one could not tell where the legs 
and the feet were joined. 



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He Made Pinocchio a Suit of Clothes from Some Wall-Paper 
That Was Covered with Pretty Flowers 






























































THE NEW FEET 


41 


As soon as the marionette saw that he had 
feet, he jumped down from the table on which 
he had been lying-. Then he leaped and capered 
about the room as if he had gone mad with de¬ 
light. 

“To pay you for what you have done for me.” 
said Pinocchio, “I will go to school at once.” 

“You are a good boy,” said Gepetto. 

“But if I go to school,” said Pinocchio, “I 
must have some clothes.” 

Gepetto was so poor that he did not have 
even as much as a penny in his pocket. But he 
made Pinocchio a suit of clothes from some wall¬ 
paper that was covered with pretty flowers. And 
he made him a cap of brown paper with a feather 
stuck in the side. 

There was no mirror in the house, and so 
Pinocchio ran to look at himself in a pail of 
water. He was so pleased with what he saw that 
he went about like a peacock. 

“I look just like a gentleman,” he said. 

“Yes, indeed,” said Gepetto, “for bear in 
mind that fine clothes do not make a gentleman, 
but clean clothes.” 

“But,” said the marionette, “I am still in 
want of the most necessary thing.” 


42 


PINOCCHIO 


“What is that?” asked Gepetto. 

“A spelling-book,” said the marionette. 

“You are right,” said Gepetto, “but how shall 
we get one?” 

“It is quite easy,” said Pinocchio. “You 
have only to go to the book-store and buy one.” 

“I have no money,” said Gepetto. “But wait 
a minute,” he added, as he put on his old coat 
and ran out of the house. 

He soon returned with a spelling-book, but 
the old coat was gone. The poor man was in his 
shirt sleeves, and it was snowing. 

“Where is your coat, papa?” asked Pinoc¬ 
chio. 

“I have sold it,” said Gepetto. 

“Why did you sell it?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Because it made me too warm,” said he. 

Pinocchio understood the answer at once. 
He threw his arms around Gepetto’s neck and 
kissed him again and again. 

PINOCCHIO SETS OUT FOR SCHOOL 

As soon as it stopped snowing Pinocchio 
set out for school with his spelling-book under 
his arm. As he went along he said to himself: 

“To-day I shall learn to read. To-morrow I 
shall learn to write and the day after I shall 


PINOCCHIO SETS OUT FOR SCHOOL 43 


learn to do problems. Then I shall be able to 
earn a great deal of money. Then I shall buy my 
papa a new coat. It shall be made of gold and 
silver with diamonds for buttons. I ought to do 
this for him, because he sold his coat to buy me 
a book.” 

While he was saying this, he thought he 
heard music. It sounded like the noise of fifes 
and drums. He stopped to listen. 

“Where can that music be?” said he. “What 
a pity that I have to go to school.” 

He stood still for a few moments. He was 
trying to decide what to do. Should he go to 
school or should he go after the fifes? At last 
he said: 

“To-day I shall go and hear the fifes and to¬ 
morrow I shall go to school.” 

Then he ran on and came nearer to the sound 
of the fifes and the beating of the drum. Soon 
he found himself in the middle of a crowd of peo¬ 
ple. They were trying to crowd into a small 
building that was painted in many bright colors. 

“What is this place?” asked Pinocchio of a 
little boy who was standing beside him. 

“Read the sign, and then you will know,” 
said the boy. 


44 


PINOCCHIO 


“I should be glad to read it,” said Pinocchio, 
“but I do not know how to read.” 

“Blockhead!” said the boy. “Then I will 
read it for you. The sign says, 

‘GREAT MARIONETTE THEATER.’ ” 

“Has the play begun?” asked Pinocchio. 

“It is beginning now,” said the boy. 

“How much does it cost to go in?” he asked. 

“Two cents,” said the boy. 

Pinocchio was very anxious to see the show, 
so he said: 

“Will you be so kind as to lend me two cents 
until to-morrow?” 

“I should be very glad to lend them to you,” 
said the boy, “but it happens that I cannot spare 
them to-day.” 

“I will sell you my coat for two cents,” said 
the marionette. 

“What do you think I could do with a paper 
coat?” said the boy. “If it rained I could not 
get it off my back.” 

Pinocchio felt very sad, but he said, “Will 
you give me two cents for my spelling-book?” 

“I am a boy and I don’t buy from boys,” said 
he. 


PINOCCHIO GOES TO THE SHOW 45 

“I will buy the spelling-book for two cents,” 
called out a man who bought old clothes. He had 
heard what the two boys said, and thought this 
was a rare bargain. 

So the book was sold then and there. And 
to think that poor Gepetto was at home shiver¬ 
ing with the cold because he had sold his coat to 
buy the spelling-book! 

PINOCCHIO GOES TO THE SHOW 

When Pinocchio went into the theater, some¬ 
thing happened that almost ended the show. 

Harlequin and Punchinello were on the 
stage, and all the people were laughing at the 
funny things they did. But as soon as Pinocchio 
entered, Harlequin stopped short and pointed 
his finger at him. Then he said: 

“Do I dream or am I awake? Surely that is 
Pinocchio!” 

“It is indeed Pinocchio!” cried Punchinello. 

“It is Pinocchio! It is Pinocchio!” shouted 
all the marionettes at once, as they ran onto the 
stage from all sides. “It is Pinocchio! It is our 
brother Pinocchio! Long live Pinocchio!” 

“Pinocchio, come up here,” cried Harlequin, 
“and throw your arms around your wooden 
brothers!” 


46 


PINOCCHIO 


At this invitation, Pinocchio made a leap 
from the floor in among - the seats. Another leap 
landed him on the head of the leader of the band, 
and from there he sprang upon the stage. 

The embraces, the hugs, and the kisses that 
Pinocchio received from the other marionettes 
stopped the whole show. At last the people grew 
tired of waiting. 

“Go on with the play! Go on with the play!” 
they shouted. 

But it was all breath thrown away; for the 
marionettes put Pinocchio upon their shoulders 
and carried him about the stage. 

Just at that moment out came the show-man. 
He was so big and so ugly that the sight of him 
was enough to frighten any one. His beard was 
as black as ink, and so long that it reached from 
his chin to the ground. I need only to say that 
he stepped upon it when he walked. His mouth 
was big and his eyes were like two lanterns with 
lights burning in them. And in his hand carried 
a big whip that he cracked as he walked about. 

As soon as he came in, there was silence. No 
one dared to breathe. You could have heard a 
pin drop. The poor marionettes trembled like 
so many leaves. 




























FIRE-EATER PARDONS PINOCCHIO 49 

“Why have you come to stop the play?” he 
asked of Pinocchio in a gruff voice. 

“Believe me, it was not my fault,” said Pinoc¬ 
chio. 

“Do not say another word,” said the show¬ 
man. “To-night we will settle this matter.” 

As soon as the play was over, the show-man 
went into the kitchen where a fine sheep was 
roasting for his supper. There was not enough 
wood to roast it, so he called Harlequin and 
Punchinello to him. 

“Bring that marionette here,” he said. “You 
will find him hanging on a nail. He seems to be 
made of dry wood. If he is thrown on the fire, 
he will make a fine blaze for the roast.” 

At first Harlequin and Punchinello did not 
move, but the show-man looked at them so severe¬ 
ly that they left the room. In a short time, they 
returned carrying poor Pinocchio. He was 
wiggling like an eel out of water, and screaming 
at the top of his voice. “Papa! papa! save me!” 
he cried. “I will not die! I will not die!” 

FIRE-EATER PARDONS PINOCCHIO 

The show-man was named Fire-eater, and 
he looked like a terrible man. His black beard 


50 


PINOCCHIO 


covered his chest and legs liks an apron, but he 
did not have a bad heart. When he saw Pinoc- 
chio struggling and screaming, “I will not die! 
I will not die!” he was sorry for him and asked: 

“Are your papa and mamma still alive?” 

“Yes, my papa is,” said Pinocchio, “but I 
never had any mamma.” 

“Poor old man! I pity him,” said Fire-eater. 
“Who can say how sorry he would be if I should 
throw you among those burning coals! So I 
shall pardon you. To-night I shall have to eat 
my mutton half-cooked, but the next time you 
fall into my hands beware.” 

The next morning Fire-eater called Pinoc¬ 
chio to him. 

“What is your father’s name?” he asked. 

“Gepetto,” said Pinocchio. 

“And what is his trade?” asked Fire-eater. 

“He is a beggar,” said Pinocchio. 

“Does he get much money?” asked the show¬ 
man. 

“No,” said Pinocchio. “He never has a 
penny in his pocket. He had to sell the only coat 
he had to buy a spelling-book so I could go to 
school.” 

“Poor fellow!” said Fire-eater. “I feel sorry 


THE FOX AND THE CAT 


51 


for him. Here are five gold pieces. Go at once 
and take them to him.” 

Pinocchio thanked the show-man a thousand 
times. Then he said good-by to the marionettes 
and set out for home. 

THE FOX AND THE CAT 

He had not gone far when he met a fox lame 
in one foot and a cat blind in both eyes. The fox, 
who was lame, was leaning on the cat, and the 
cat, who was blind, was led by the fox. 

“Good day, Pinocchio,” said the fox in a very 
friendly way. 

“How do you happen to know my name?” 
asked the marionette. 

“Oh, I know your father well,” said the fox. 

“Where did you see him?” asked Pinocchio. 

“I saw him yesterday at the door of his - 
house,” said the fox. “He had no coat and he 
was shivering with the cold.” 

“Poor papa!” said Pinocchio, “but that will 
soon be over. He shall shiver no more.” 

“Why?” asked the fox. 

“Because I have become a gentleman,” said 
Pinocchio. 

“You have become a gentleman?” said the 
fox with a rude laugh. 


52 


PINOCCHIO 


The cat also began to laugh, but she combed 
her whiskers with her paws and he did not see 
her. 

“There is nothing to laugh at,” said Pinoc- 
chio. 

Then he took out the money that Fire-eater 
had given him. 

“You can see for yourselves that here are 
five gold pieces,” he said. 

As the money rang in his hand, the fox put 
out the paw that had been lame, and the cat 
opened her eyes, which looked like two green 
lanterns; but she shut them so quickly that 
Pinocchio did not see her. 

“And now,” said the fox, “what will you do 
with all this money?” 

“First of all,” replied the marionette, “I 
shall buy a new coat for my papa. Then I shall 
buy a spelling-book for myself.” 

“For yourself?” asked the fox. 

“Yes, indeed,” said Pinocchio. “I intend to 
go to school and study.” 

“Look at me,” said the fox. “Because I 
wished to study, I have lost a leg.” 

“Look at me,” said the cat. “Because I 
wished to study, I have lost the sight of my eyes.” 



Then He Took Out the Money That Fire-Eater Had Given Him 

















































THE FOX AND THE CAT 55 

At that moment a black-bird that sat in the 
hedge beside the road began to sing. ' 

“Pinocchio,” he said, “do not listen to what 
bad companions tell you. If you do, you will be 
sorry.” 

Poor black-bird! It would have been well 
for him if he had not spoken; for the cat sprang 
upon him and ate him in one mouthful. 

“Poor black-bird!” said Pinocchio. “Why 
did you treat him so badly?” 

“I did it to teach him a lesson,” said the cat. 
“He will learn not to meddle in the affairs of 
other people.” 

When they had gone a little farther, the fox 
stopped and said to Pinocchio: “Should you like 
to double your money?” 

“In what way?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Should you like to turn your five gold 
pieces into a hundred or a thousand?” asked the 
fox. 

“I think so,” said Pinocchio, “but in what 
way?” 

“The way is easy,” said the fox. “Instead of 
going home, you must go with us to the Land of 
the Owls.” 

Pinocchio thought a moment. 


56 


PINOCCHIO 


“No,” he said, “I will not go with you. I will 
go home to my papa. Who knows how badly he 
felt yesterday when I did not come back? I was 
a bad boy, and the Talking Cricket was right 
when he said, ‘Woe to those boys who disobey 
their parents and run away from home.’ Only 
yesterday I almost lost my life in Fire-eater’s 
house.” 

“Well, go home then,” said the fox, “and so 
much the worse for you.” 

* “Yes, so much the worse, for you,” said the 
cat. 

“Between to-day and to-morrow your five 
gold pieces would become a thousand,” said the 
fox. 

“How could they become so many?” asked 
Pinocchio. 

“I will tell you,” said the fox. “In the Land 
of the Owls, there is a place called the Field of 
Wonders. If you plant one gold piece in that 
field and water it with two pails of water, it will 
begin to grow. Then you must go to bed and 
sleep until morning. The next day you will find 
a beautiful tree with as many gold pieces on it 
as there are leaves on a cherry-tree.” 

When Pinocchio heard this, he forgot all 


THE GRAY GOOSE INN 


57 


about his papa and the new coat. He also for¬ 
got about the spelling-book and the school. He 
said to the fox and the cat: “Come, let us start 
at once. I will go with you.” 

THE GRAY GOOSE INN 

Pinocchio and his companions walked and 
walked until they came to the Gray Goose Inn. 

“It is almost night,” said the fox, “and we 
are very tired. Let us stop to eat and rest our¬ 
selves for an hour or two. We will start again 
at midnight, so we can reach the Field of Won¬ 
ders to-morrow morning.” 

So they went into the inn and ordered their 
supper. 

The cat ate nothing but fish. The fox ate a 
rabbit and some fat chickens. Pinocchio ate the 
least of all. He ordered some walnuts and a 
piece of bread, but he left them on his plate. He 
could think of nothing but the Field of Wonders 
and the gold pieces. 

After supper, the three companions went to 
bed. The cat and the fox slept in one room and 
Pinocchio in another. They told the inn-keeper 
to call them at midnight, so they could go on 
their journey. 


58 


PINOCCHIO 


Pinocchio soon fell asleep and dreamed that 
he was in a field full of trees that were covered 
with gold pieces. He was just about to reach out 
his hand and pick them, when he was awakened 
by some one knocking on the door of his room. 

It was the inn-keeper, who had come to tell 
him that the clock had struck midnight. 

“Are the others ready?” asked the mario¬ 
nette. 

“Ready!” said the inn-keeper. “They left 
two hours ago.” 

“Why were they in such a hurry?” asked 
Pinocchio. 

“Because the cat heard that her oldest kit¬ 
ten had frozen its feet and was in danger of 
death,” said the inn-keeper. 

“Did they pay for their supper?” asked 
Pinocchio. 

“Certainly not,” said the inn-keeper. “They 
would not think of hurting your feelings by pay¬ 
ing for it.” 

“And where did my friends say they would 
wait for me?” he asked. 

“They will meet you at the Field of Wonders 
to-morrow morning,” said the inn-keeper. 

So Pinocchio paid a gold piece for his sup- 


THE GRAY GOOSE INN 


59 


per and that of his friends. Then he set out. It 
was so dark he could not see the road, and he 
stumbled along without knowing where he was 
going. Some night-birds flew across the road 
and brushed Pinocchio’s nose with their wings 
as they passed. They frightened him so much 
that he called out: “Who goes there? Who goes 
there?” 

After he had walked a little farther, he saw 
a small insect that was shining dimly on the 
trunk of a tree. It looked like a night-lamp. 

“Who are you?” he asked. 

“I am the ghost of the Talking Cricket,” said 
a very weak and faint voice. 

“What do you want?” asked Pinocchio. 

“I want to give you some advice,” said the 
voice. “Go back and take the four gold pieces to 
your poor father, who is very sad because you did 
not come back yesterday.” 

“By to-morrow my papa will be a gentle¬ 
man,” said Pinocchio. “These four gold pieces 
will then be four thousand.” 

“My boy,” replied the voice, “do not believe 
those who promise to make you rich in a day. 
They are sure to be rogues. Listen to me and go 
back.” 


60 


PINOCCHIO 


“No, I shall not go back,” said Pinocchio. “I 
have made up my mind to go on.” 

“The hour is late,” said the voice. 

“I have decided to go on,” said he. 

“The night is dark,” said the voice. 

“I have decided to go on,” said he. 

“The road is dangerous,” said the voice. 

“I have decided to go on,” said he. 

“Remember that boys who will have their 
own way, sooner or later are sorry for it,” said 
the voice. “Good-night, Pinocchio, and may you 
be saved from the assassins.” 

As soon as the Talking Cricket had said this, 
it became as dark as if the light had been blown 
out; and the road was darker than ever. 

THE ASSASSINS • 

As the marionette went on his way, he said, 
“Boys ought to be pitied. Everybody scolds us 
and tries to tell us what to do. The Talking 
Cricket tells me I am to meet assassins. But that 
doesn’t matter, for I don’t believe in assassins. 
I have never believed in them. I think our papas 
make up stories about them to scare little boys 
who wish to go out at night. If I should meet 
assassins on this road, do you think they would 


THE ASSASSINS 61 

frighten me? Not the least in the world. I 
should go to meet them and say: 

“ ‘Assassins, what do you want of me? Re¬ 
member there is no joking with me. So go on 
about your business!’ 

“When I said this, I think they would run 
away like the wind., However, if they did not 
have sense enough to run away, then I should 
run away myself. And that would end it.” 

Pinocchio had hardly time to finish saying 
this to himself when he heard a slight rustle of 
leaves behind him. He turned to look and dimly 
saw two objects wrapped in black cloaks. They 
were running after him, at full speed. 

“Here they are now,” he said to himself. 

He did not know where to hide his gold 
pieces, so he put them in his mouth and held 
them under his tongue. 

Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone 
a step before he was seized by the arms and heard 
two awful voices say to him: 

“Your money or your life!” 

Pinocchio could not speak because the 
money was in his mouth, but he gave several low 
bows by way of saying, “I have not a penny in 
my pocket.” 


62 


PINOCCHIO 


“Come now! Let us have no nonsense,” said 
the robbers. 

“Give up your money or you will die,” said 

the taller of the robbers. 

“And after we have killed you, we will kill 
your father,” said the other. 

“No, no, not my poor papa!” cried Pinoc- 
chio; and as he said this, the gold pieces rattled 
in his mouth. 

“0 you rascal!” said the taller of the robbers. 
“You have hidden the money in your mouth. 
Take it out at once!” 

Then the shorter assassin drew out an ugly 
knife and tried to force it between Pinocchio’s 
lips. But Pinocchio, as quick as lightning, bit off 
his hand and let it fall to the ground. Just think 
how surprised he was then to see that it was not 
a hand at all, but the paw of a cat. 

Then Pinocchio freed himself from the 
assassins. He jumped over the hedge and be¬ 
gan to run through the fields. They ran after 
him like two dogs chasing a rabbit. The one who 
had lost a paw, ran on one leg, but I do not know 
how he managed to run so well. 

After a race of several miles, Pinocchio 
could run no farther. So he climbed up the trunk 



Then They Drew Out Two Long Knives and Tried to Stab Him 

































THE ASSASSINS 


65 


of a very tall pine-tree and seated himself on the 
topmost branch. The assassins tried to climb 
after him, but after they had gone up halfway, 
they slid down again, tearing the skin from their 
hands and knees. 

Then the assassins gathered some dry wood, 
piled it under the pine-tree and set fire to it. In 
less time than it takes to tell it, the tree began to 
burn like a candle. Pinocchio saw the flames 
come nearer and nearer, and as he did not wish 
to be roasted, he jumped from the top of the tree 
and started to run across the fields. The assas¬ 
sins ran after him without stopping once. 

When day began to come, they were still fol¬ 
lowing him. Soon Pinocchio came to a wide ditch 
full of dirty water. What was he to do? “One, 
two, three,” cried he, and then leaped across. 

The assassins also jumped, but—splash, 
splash—they fell into the middle of the ditch. 
Pinocchio heard the splash and shouted back: “A 
fine bath to you, assassins!” 

He thought they would be drowned, but 
when he looked back, he saw they were both run¬ 
ning after him. They still wore their black 
cloaks, and the water was dripping from them, 
as if they had been hollow baskets. 




66 PINOCCHIO 

PINOCCHIO IS HUNG ON THE BIG OAK 

Pinocchio’s courage now failed him, and he 
was about to give himself up for lost. But all at 
once he saw not far away a small house as white 
as snow. 

“If I can only reach that house,” he said to 
himself, “maybe I shall be saved.” 

He soon reached the house and knocked at 
the door. 

No one answered. 

He knocked again and again with great 
force, for there was no time to lose. He could al¬ 
ready hear the steps and heavy breathing of the 
assassins. Still no one answered. 

Seeing that knocking was useless, Pinocchio 
began to kick the door with all his might. The 
window then opened, and a beautiful Fairy ap¬ 
peared at it. She had blue hair and a face as 
white as snow. But her eyes were closed and 
she did not see him. He was about to speak, but 
before he could open his mouth, he felt himself 
seized by the collar, and the same horrible voices 
said to him: “You shall not escape again!” 

When the marionette saw death staring him 
in the face, he trembled so that his wooden legs 
creaked and the gold pieces rattled in his mouth. 





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PINOCCHIO IS HUNG 


69 


“Now then,” said the assassins, “will you 
open your mouth, or not? Will you not answer? 
This time we shall force you to open it.” 

Then they drew out two long - knives and 
tried to stab him. But the marionette was made 
of very hard wood and the knives were broken 
into a thousand pieces. 

“I know what we shall do,” said one of them. 
“Let us hang him.” 

“Yes, let us hang him,” said the other. 

So they hung Pinocchio to the branch of a 
tree called the Big Oak. 

Then they sat down on the grass and waited 
for him to die. But at the end of three hours the 
marionette’s eyes were open, his mouth was shut, 
and he was kicking more than ever. 

At last they were out of patience. Then they 
said to Pinocchio: “Good-by till to-morrow. Let 
us hope you will be kind enough to die with your 
mouth open.” 

Then they went away. 

Little by little, the marionette’s eyes began 
to grow dim, but he still hoped that some one 
would come to save him. At last his breath be¬ 
gan to fail him. He shut his eyes, opened his 
mouth, and hung as if he were dead. 


70 PINOCCHIO 

PINOCCHIO IS SAVED BY THE FAIRY WITH BLUE HAIR 

While Pinocchio was hanging to the branch 
of the Big Oak, the beautiful Fairy with blue 
hair looked out of the window and saw him. She 
felt so sorry for him that she sent a great dog to 
rescue him and bring him to her. 

As soon as the dog returned with him, the 
Fairy took him up in her arms and laid him 
gently on a bed. Then she sent for three famous 
doctors. 

The doctors came at once. One was a crow, 
one an owl and one was a Talking Cricket. 

“Doctors,” said the Fairy, “I wish to know if 
this marionette is alive or dead.” 

When she had said this, the crow felt Pinoc- 
chio’s pulse. Then he felt his nose. Then he felt 
his toes. When he had done this, he said: “I 
think the marionette is quite dead. If he is not 

• • i 

dead, it is a sign that he is still alive.” 

“I regret,” said the owl, “that I cannot agree 
with the crow. In my opinion, the marionette is 
still alive. But if he is not alive, it is a sign that 
he is dead.” 

“And have you nothing to say?” the Fairy 
asked of the Talking Cricket. 

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PINOCCHIO REFUSES THE MEDICINE 73 

thing for a doctor to do, when he does not know 
what he is talking about, is to be silent. This 
marionette has a face that is not new to me. I 
have known him for some time.” 

Up to this time, Pinocchio had been lying 
as still as if he were dead. Now he began to 
tremble so much that he shook the bed. 

“That marionette there,” added the Talking 
Cricket, “is a rogue.” 

Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them 
again at once. 

“He is a good-for-nothing run-away.” 

Pinocchio hid his face under the covers. 

“That marionette is a bad boy who will make 
his poor father die of a broken heart.” 

All at once sounds of sobbing and crying 
were heard under the covers. 

“When a dead person cries, it is a sign that 
he will get well,” said the crow. 

“I do not like to disagree with you,” said the 
owl, “but when a dead person cries, it is a sign 
that he is sorry to die.” 

PINOCCHIO REFUSES THE MEDICINE 

When the three doctors had gone, the Fairy 
placed her hand on Pinocchio’s head and found 
it so hot that she knew he had a fever. So she 


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poured some medicine into half a glass of water 
and offered it to the marionette. 

“Drink it/’ she said, “and in a few days you 
will be cured.” 

Pinocchio looked at the glass, and drew up 
his face. 

“Is it sweet or bitter?” he asked. 

“It is bitter,” said the Fairy, “but it will do 
you good ” 

“If it is bitter, I will not take it,” said he. 

“Drink it,” said the Fairy, “and when you 
drink it, I will give you a lump of sugar to take 
away the taste.” 

“Where is the lump of sugar?” asked Pinoc¬ 
chio. 

4 

“Here it is,” said the Fairy, as she took a 
piece from the sugar-bowl. 

“Give me the lump of sugar first,” said 
Pinocchio. “Then I will drink the medicine.” 

So the Fairy gave him the sugar and he swal¬ 
lowed it in an instant. 

“Now keep your promise and take the medi¬ 
cine,” said the Fairy. 

Pinocchio took up the glass and smelled of 
the medicine. Then he put it down again. 

“It is too bitter,” he said. “I cannot drink it.” 





































































PINOCCHIO REFUSES THE MEDICINE 77 


“How can you say that,” asked the Fairy, 
“when you have not even tasted it?” 

“I know it from the smell,” said Pinocchio. 
Then he added, “I would rather die than drink 
that bitter medicine.” 

Just then the door opened and four black 
rabbits entered. They were carrying a hammock 
that was tied to some long poles. 

Pinocchio was frightened, and sat up in bed. 

“What do you want?” he asked. 

“We have come for you,” said the largest 
rabbit. 

“To take me?” asked Pinocchio. “But I am 
not dead yet.” 

“No, not yet,” said the rabbit; “but you have 
only a few minutes to live. You have refused 
the medicine that would have eured you.” 

“0 Fairy, Fairy!” screamed the marionette. 
“Give me the medicine! Give me the medicine! 
I will not die! ~I will not die!” 

So taking the glass in his hands, he swal¬ 
lowed the medicine at once; and when he turned 
around, the rabbits had gone. 

In a few minutes Pinocchio became well and 
jumped down from the bed. A marionette is 
made of wood, and can be cured very quickly. 


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PINOCCHIO 


When the Fairy saw him running and caper¬ 
ing about the room, she said: “Then my medi¬ 
cine must have done you good.” 

“Well, I should think so,” said Pinocchio. 
“It has saved my life.” 

“Then why did you have to be coaxed to take 
it?” asked the Fairy. 

“It is this way,” said Pinocchio. “We boys 
are more afraid of medicine than of being ill.” 

Then Pinocchio told the Fairy all that had 
happened to him since he left his home. He told 
her about Fire-eater, about the fox and the cat 
and about the assassins. Then he thanked her 
for saving him from a terrible death on the 
Big Oak. And he said he should always love 
her for being so kind to him. 

“I love you also,” said the Fairy. “If you 
will stay here, you shall be my little brother, and 
I will be your little sister.” 

“I should like to stay,” said Pinocchio, “but 
I shall have to go to see my papa.” 

“What have you done with the four gold 
pieces?” asked the Fairy. 

“I have lost them,” replied Pinocchio, but he 
did not tell the truth; for he had them in his 
pocket. 


PINOCCHIO REFUSES THE MEDICINE 79 

As soon as he told the lie, his nose grew two 
inches longer. 

“Where did you lose them?” asked the Fairy. 

“In the forest,” he replied. 

Then his nose grew still longer. 

“If you lost them in the forest,” said the 
Fairy, “we shall go and find them.” 

“Oh, I remember now,” replied Pinocchio, “I 
did not lose them in the forest. I swallowed them 
when I took the medicine.” 

As soon as Pinocchio told this falsehood, his 
nose grew so long that it touched the side of the 
room and he could not move. 

“How foolish you are to tell lies,” said the 
Fairy. 

Then Pinocchio began to cry, and the Fairy 
let him cry for a long time. At last she opened 
the window and a hundred woodpeckers flew in 
and pecked at the long nose until it was its usual 
size again. 

“I have sent word to your father,” said the 
Fairy, “and he will be here to-night.” 

“Really? Is it true?” asked Pinocchio, as he 
jumped about for joy. “Then if you are willing, 
I should like to go to meet him.” 

“Go, then,” said the Fairy, “but be careful 


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not to lose yourself. Take the road through the 
woods, and I am sure that you will meet him.” 

Pinocchio set out and ran into the woods. 
But when he came near the Big Oak, he stopped 
because he thought he heard something in the 
bushes. Two persons stepped out into the road. 
Can you guess who they were? They were the 
cat and the fox. 

“Why, here is our dear friend Pinocchio!” 
cried the fox. “How did you happen to be here?” 

“It is a long story,” answered Pinocchio, 
“and I will tell it to you when I have more time. 
But do you know that after you left me the other 
night at the inn I fell into the hands of assassins 
on the road?” 

“Assassins?” said the fox. “Poor Pinocchio! 
And what did they want?” 

“They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces,” 
said he. 

“Oh, the villains!” said the cat and the fox to¬ 
gether. 

“I ran away from them,” said the mario¬ 
nette, “but they followed me. At last they caught 
me and hung me to a branch of the Big Oak.” 

“Wasn’t that terrible!” said the fox and the 
cat together. 


PINOCCHIO REFUSES THE MEDICINE 81 

“What are you doing here now?” asked the 

fox. 

“I am going to meet my papa, who may come 
at any minute,” said he. 

“What have you done with your gold 
pieces?” asked the fox. 

“I have four of them in my pocket,” said 
Pinocchio. “I spent one at the Gray Goose Inn.” 

“And to think,” said the cat, “that instead of 
four pieces they might now be four thousand!” 

“Why don’t you listen to me?” said the fox, 
“and go and plant your gold pieces in the Field 
of Wonders to-day?” 

“I cannot go to-day,” said Pinocchio. 

“Another day will be too late,” said the fox. 

“Why?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Because the field has been sold to a man 
who will not allow any one to plant money there 
after to-day,” said the fox. 

“How far off is the Field of Wonders?” asked 
Pinocchio. 

“Not two miles,” said the fox. “Will you 
come with us? In half an hour you will be there. 
You can plant your money at once, and in a few 
minutes you can gather gold pieces until your 
pockets are full. Will you come with us?” 


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PINOCCHIO 


Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy. He 
thought of Gepetto. He thought of the warnings 
of the Talking Cricket. So he waited a little 
while before answering. Then, like all boys who 
have not a grain of sense, he ended by saying: “I 
will go with you.” 

And they all went on together. 

After they had walked for half a day, they 
reached a town called “Trap for Blockheads.” 
As soon as Pinocchio entered the town, he saw 
that the streets were full of dogs who had lost 
their coats and were dying from hunger. There 
were sheep that had sold their wool, and were 
shivering with cold. There were roosters who 
had run away from home and were begging for 
corn. 

“And where is the Field of Wonders?” asked 
Pinocchio. 

“It is only a step from here,” said the fox. 

They left the town and soon came to a field. 
It looked like all other fields, but the fox said it 
was the Field of Wonders. 

“Here we are,” he said. “Now stoop down 
and dig a little hole in the ground and plant 
your gold pieces in it.” 

Pinocchio did as he was told. He dug a hole 


PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED 


83 


and planted in it the four gold pieces that he had 
left. Then he covered them with a little earth. 

“Now, then,” said the fox, “go to the canal 
and bring a pail of water and water the ground 
where you have planted them.” 

Pinocchio went to the canal, and as he had 
no pail, he took off one of his shoes and filled it 
with water. And so he watered the ground. 

“Is there anything else to be done?” he 
asked. 

“No, nothing else,” said the fox. “We can 
all go away now. You can come back in a few 
minutes and find a tiny shrub with its branches 
full of gold pieces.” 

When they had seen Pinocchio water his 
seeds, they wished him a good harvest and went 
away. 

PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED OF HIS MONEY AND IS 

SENT TO PRISON 

Pinocchio returned to the town and began to 
count the minutes. When he thought he had 
waited long enough, he hurried back to the Field 
of Wonders. 

As he walked along, he could hear his heart 
beat tic-tac, tic-tac, like a clock. All the time he 
was saying to himself: 


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PINOCCHIO 


“And what if I should find two thousand 
gold pieces instead of one thousand? What if I 
should find five thousand instead of two thou¬ 
sand? Oh! what a fine gentleman I should be 
then! I should have a fine house full of cake and 
candy.” 

While Pinocchio was saying these things, he 
stopped to look for the little tree with its 
branches full of money, but he saw nothing. 
. Then he went to the very place where he had 
planted the money, but there was nothing. 

Just then he heard some one laugh. He look¬ 
ed up and saw a parrot who was smoothing his 
feathers. 

“Why are you laughing?” asked Pinocchio. 

“I am laughing,” said the parrot, “because 
as I was smoothing my feathers, I tickled myself 
under the wing.” 

Pinocchio said nothing. He went to the 
- canal and filled his shoe with water and began to 
water the ground. While he was doing this, the 
parrot laughed again. 

“You ill-mannered parrot!” shouted Pinoc¬ 
chio. “Will you tell me what you are laughing 
at?” 

“I am laughing at simpletons who believe all 



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PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED 87 

the foolish things that are told them,” said the 
parrot. 

“Are you speaking of me?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Yes, I am speaking of you,” said the par¬ 
rot. “You are simple enough to believe that 
money could be planted and gathered in the 
same way as beans and corn.” 

“I don’t understand you,” said the mario¬ 
nette. 

“Listen to me, then,” said the parrot. “While 
you were in the town the fox and the cat returned 
to the field. They took the money you had 
planted and fled like the wind, and he that 
catches them now will be very clever.” 

Pinocchio stood with his mouth open, star¬ 
ing at the parrot. He could hardly believe what 
she said. Suddenly he began to dig in the earth 
where he had planted the gold pieces; and he 
dug, and he dug, but the money was not there. 

Then he ran back to the town to complain to 
the judge. 

When Pinocchio was brought before the 
judge, he told how he had been deceived by the 
fox and the cat, who had robbed him of his 
money. The judge listened to what he had to 
say, and when he had finished, he said: 


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PINOCCHIO 


“Officers, that poor marionette has been 
robbed of four gold pieces. Take him and lock 
him up in prison.” 

Pinocchio was so surprised that he could not 
say a word to save himself from this unjust pun¬ 
ishment. He was locked up in prison, and there 
he remained for four months. At the end of that 
time the king passed through the town and or¬ 
dered all the prisoners to be set free. Except for 
this, I cannot say how long Pinocchio might have 
stayed there. 

PINOCCHIO IS CAUGHT IN A TRAP 

You can imagine Pinocchio’s joy when he 
found himself free. He at once left the town 
and took the road that led to the Fairy’s house. 

On account of the rainy weather, the road 
was like a marsh. Pinocchio sank in up to his 
knees, but he would not give up. He tried to run 
and splashed himself from head to foot. He 
hoped to reach the Fairy’s house before dark, 
but he soon became so hungry that he tried to 
find something to eat. 

He saw some grapes in a field and jumped 
over the hedge to gather them. Oh, that he had 

never done it! He had hardly reached the vines 
when his legs were caught between two iron 


PINOCCHIO IS CAUGHT IN A TRAP 89 


bars. They hurt him so much that he became 
dizzy and stars danced before his eyes. He had 
been caught in a trap that the farmer had set 
to catch a thief who stole his chickens. 

Pinocchio soon began to cry and scream. It 
was useless for him to do this. There was not a 
house in sight and not a single person passed 
down the road. 

At last night came on. The trap hurt the 
marionette terribly, and he was afraid to be 
alone in the fields after dark. Just at that mo¬ 
ment he saw a fire-fly passing over his head, and 
called to it. 

“0 little fire-fly,” he said, “will you have pity 
on me and free me from this trap?” 

“Poor boy!” said the fire-fly. “How did you 
happen to be caught by those irons?” 

“I came into the field to pick some grapes,” 
said he. 

“But were the grapes yours?” asked the fire¬ 
fly- 

“No,” said Pinocchio, “but I was so hungry.” 

“Hunger is not a good reason for carrying 
off other people’s fruit,” said the fire-fly. 

“I know it,” said Pinocchio. “I shall never 
do it again.” 


90 


PINOCCHIO 


At that moment they heard the sound of 
footsteps. It was the owner of the field, coming 
to see if one of the weasels that ate his chickens 
had been caught in the trap. 

He took his lantern from under his coat, and 
was surprised to see that he had caught a boy 
instead of a weasel. 

“You little thief!” said the farmer. “Then 
it was you who carried off my chickens.” 

“No, it was not I! Indeed, it was not!” cried 
Pinocchio. “I only came into the field to pick 
some grapes.” 

“He who steals grapes would steal chickens, 
too,” said the farmer. “Now I shall give you a 
lesson that you will not forget in a hurry.” 

Then the farmer opened the trap. He took 
the marionette by the neck and carried him home 
as if he had been a lamb. When he reached the 
yard in front of his house, he threw the mario¬ 
nette on the ground and put his foot on his neck. 

“It is late and I wish to go to bed,” he said. 
“We shall settle this matter to-morrow. My dog 
who watched the house died this morning and 
you shall take his place to-night. You shall be 
my watch-dog.” 

As the farmer said this, he took a heavy col- 


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PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS ROBBERS 93 


lar covered with brass nails and strapped it 
around the marionette’s neck. It was so tight 
he could not draw his head out, and a heavy chain 
held him fast to the wall. 

“If it should rain to-night,” said the farmer, 
“you can go and lie down in the kennel. The 
straw on which my dog has slept for the last four 
years is still there. It will serve as a bed for 
you. If robbers should come, be sure to keep 
your ears open and to bark.” 

After saying this, the farmer went into the 
house and shut the door. 

Poor Pinocchio lay on the ground more dead 
than alive from cold, hunger and fear. From 
time to time he took hold of the collar and tried 
to pull it off; but, at last, he went into the kennel 
and fell fast asleep. 

PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS 

Pinocchio had been asleep for about two 
hours, when he was aroused by some one whisp¬ 
ering near him. He put the point of his nose out 
of the kennel and saw four little beasts with 
black fur. They looked like cats as they stood 
whispering together. But they were not cats. 
They were weasels. One of them came to the 


94 PINOCCHIO 

door of the kennel and said in a low voice: “Good 
evening, Melampo.” 

“My name is not Melampo,” said the mario¬ 
nette. “I am Pinocchio.” 

“And what are you doing here?” asked the 
weasel. 

“I am acting as watch-dog,” said he. 

“Then where is Melampo?” asked the wea¬ 
sel. “Where is the old dog who lived in this 
kennel?” 

“He died this morning,” said he. 

“Is he dead?” asked the weasel. “Poor dog! 
He was so good. But I judge by your face that 
you are also a good dog.” 

“I beg your pardon, I am not a dog,” said 
Pinocchio. 

“Not a dog? Then what are you?” asked the 
weasel. 

“I am a marionette, and am only acting as 
watch-dog,” said the marionette. 

“Well, then, I will offer you the same terms 
that we made with the dead dog,” said the wea¬ 
sel. “I am sure you will be pleased with them.” 

“What are the terms?” asked Pinocchio. 

“One night in every week,” said the weasel, 
“you are to permit us to visit the poultry yard, 


PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS ROBBERS 95 

as we have always done. We will carry off eight 
chickens. Seven of these chickens are to be 
eaten by us, and one will be given to you. You 
must pretend to be asleep, and you must never 
bark and awake the farmer.” 

“Did Melampo do that?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Certainly. We were always on the best of 
terms with him,” said the weasel. “Sleep quietly 
and before we go we will leave beside the ken¬ 
nel a fine chicken for your breakfast.” 

Thinking they were safe, the four weasels 
went to the poultry yard, which was near the 
kennel. They opened the gate with their claws 
and slipped in one by one. But they had only 
just passed through when they heard the gate 
shut. 

It was Pinocchio who had closed it, and he 
also put a large stone against it to keep it closed. 
Then he began to bark exactly like a dog. He 
said, “Bow-wow, bow-wow!” 

The farmer heard the barking and ran to 
the window. 

“What is the matter?” he asked. 

“The robbers have come,” said Pinocchio. 

“Where are they?” he asked again. 

“In the poultry yard,” said Pinocchio. 


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In less time than it takes to tell it, the farmer 
came down with his gun in his hand. He 
caught the weasels and put them into a bag. 
Then he said to Pinocchio: “How did you man¬ 
age to discover the four robbers? My faithful 
dog Melampo never found out anything, and he 
was such a good watch-dog, too.” 

The marionette might have told everything. 
He might have told the farmer of the wicked 
bargain that had been made between the wea¬ 
sels and the dog, but he only said to himself: 
“What is the good of saying anything about the 
dead? The best thing to do is to leave them in 
peace.” 

“When the thieves came into the yard, were 
you asleep or awake?” asked the farmer. 

“I was asleep,” answered Pinocchio. “The 
weasels woke me with their chatter. Then one 
of them came to the kennel and said to me: Tf 
you promise not to bark, and not to wake the 
master, we will give you a fine chicken.’ To think 
that they should have dared to make such an 
offer to me! I am only a poor marionette. I 
have nearly all the faults in the world, but will 
never be guilty of sharing in the gains of dis¬ 
honest people!” 


PINOCCHIO FINDS THE FAIRY 97 

“Well said, my good boy!” cried the farmer. 
“And in proof of my gratitude, I will at once set 
you free, so you may go home.” 

Then he removed the dog-collar. 

PINOCCHIO GOES TO FIND THE FAIRY AND HIS FATHER 

As soon as Pinocchio was free from the dog- 
collar, he started to run across the fields. He 
did not stop until he came to the road that led 
to the Fairy’s house. Then he turned and looked 
down into the valley. 

He could see the woods where he met the fox 
and the cat. He could see the top of the Big 
Oak, to which he had been hung. But, although 
he looked everywhere, nowhere could he see the 
little house of the Fairy with the Blue Hair. 

Suddenly he began to run, and in a few min¬ 
utes he reached the field where the little house 
had once stood, but it was no longer there. In¬ 
stead of the house, there was a marble slab on 
which these words were cut: 

“Here Lies 

The Fairy with the Blue Hair, 

Who Died from Sorrow 
Because She Lost Her 
Little Brother Pinocchio.” 

You can imagine the marionette’s feelings 
when he spelled out these words. He burst into 


98 


PINOCCHIO 


tears and fell on the ground. He cried all night 
and when morning came, he was still crying. 

“0 little Fairy,” he sobbed, “why did you die? 
Why didn’t I die instead of you? I am so wicked 
and you are so good!” 

And in his grief, he tried to tear his hair, but 
it was made of wood, and he could not run his 
fingers through it. After a time he dried his 
tears and set out to find the Fairy; for he could 
not believe that she was dead. 

When he had traveled for many miles, he 
came to the sea-shore. It was lined with people 
who were looking out on the water, shouting and 
waving their arms. 

“What has happened?” asked Pinocchio of 
an old woman. 

“A poor father who has lost his son has gone 
away in a boat to search for him,” replied the 
old woman. “The sea is so rough that the boat is 
in danger of sinking. 

“Where is the little boat?” he asked. 

“It is out there where I am pointing,” said 
the old woman. 

Pinocchio looked in that direction and saw 
the tiny boat. It was so far away that it looked 
like a nutshell with a very little man in it. All 



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PINOCCHIO REACHES THE ISLAND 101 

at once he screamed: “It is my papa! It is my 
papa!” 

Suddenly a great wave rose, and the boat 
was seen no more. 

“Poor man!” said the fishermen, as they 
turned to go home. 

Just then they heard a shout, and they 
turned around. They saw a little boy jump 
from a rock into the sea, as he said: “I will save 
my papa!” 

Being made of wood, Pinocchio floated eas¬ 
ily, and swam like a fish. At one moment they 
saw him go under the waves. Then he appeared 
again. At last they lost sight of him, and he was 
seen no more. 

“Poor boy!” said the fishermen, as they 
turned to go home. 

PINOCCHIO REACHES THE ISLAND OF THE 

INDUSTRIOUS BEES 

Pinocchio hoped to be able to save his father, 
and swam all night. And what a horrible night 
it was! The rain came down in torrents. It 
hailed. The thunder was awful, and the flashes 
of lightning made it as light as day. 

In the early morning he saw a long strip of 
land not far off. It was an island in the midst of 


102 


P1NOCCHIO 


the sea. He tried to reach the shore, but the 
waves tossed him about as if he had been a stick 
or a straw. At last a great billow threw him far 
up on the sands. 

Pinocchio fell with such force that his ribs 
and his bones creaked, but they did not break. 

“Again I have had a lucky escape,” he said 
to himself. 

Little by little the sky cleared, the sun shone 
out and the sea became as quiet and as smooth 
as oil. 

The marionette put his clothes in the sun to 
dry, and then he looked in every direction to see 
if he could see a little boat with a man in it. He 
looked and he looked, but he could see nothing, 
except the sky and the sea. 

“I wish I knew what this island is called,” 
Pinocchio said to himself. “I should like to know 
if the people have the habit of hanging boys to 
the branches of the trees, but whom can I ask?” 

The idea of being alone on this island made 
him so mad that he was just beginning to cry. 
But at that moment he saw a big fish swimming 
by. It was swimming slowly with its head out 
of the water. 

Not knowing the name of the fish, he called 


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PINOCCHIO REACHES THE ISLAND 103 


to it in a loud voice: “Mr. Fish, may I have a 
word with you?” 

“Yes, two if you wish,” said the fish. 

“Will you be kind enough to tell me if there 
are any villages on this island?” said he. “I 
should like to get something to eat without be¬ 
ing in danger of being eaten myself.” 

“Certainly there are villages,” said the fish. 
“You will find one only a short distance from 
here.” 

“And what road must I take to go there?” 
asked Pinocchio. 

“You must take the path on your left and 
follow your nose,” said the fish. 

“Good-by, Mr. Fish,” said Pinocchio. “Ex¬ 
cuse the trouble I have given you. Many thanks 
for your politeness.” 

Then he took the path that had been point¬ 
ed out to him and walked as fast as he could. In 
about half an hour he reached a little village 
called “The Village of the Busy Bees.” 

The streets were full of people, running here 
and there. All were at work. All had something 
to do. You could not have found an idle person 
if you had searched for him with a lighted lamp. 

“Ah!” said the lazy Pinocchio at once, “I see 


104 PINOCCHIO 

that this is no place for me. I wasn’t born to 
work.” 

All this time Pinocchio was dying 1 of hunger. 
He saw a man coming down the road, panting for 
breath. He was dragging two carts full of char¬ 
coal after him. 

“Please, sir,” Pinocchio called to him, “will 
you have the kindness to give me a halfpenny? 
I am dying of hunger.” 

“You shall have not only a halfpenny,” said 
the man, “but if you will help me drag these two 
carts home, I will give you two pennies.” 

“I am surprised at you,” answered the mar¬ 
ionette. “I do not care to do the work of a don¬ 
key. I shall never draw a cart.” 

“Then, my boy,” said the man, “eat a slice of 
your pride for your breakfast.” 

In a few minutes a mason passed by. He 
was carrying a heavy basket of lime on his shoul¬ 
ders. Pinocchio called out to him: “Please, sir, 
will you have the kindness to give me a half¬ 
penny? I am dying of hunger.” 

“Carry the lime for me,” said the mason, 
“and I will give you five pennies.” 

“But the lime is heavy,” said Pinocchio, “and 
1 don’t want to tire myself.” 



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PINOCCHIO REACHES THE ISLAND 107 

“If you don’t want to tire yourself,” said the 
mason, “amuse yourself by being hungry, and 
much good may it do you.” 

In less than half an hour twenty other per¬ 
sons went by. Pinocchio asked them to give him 
something, but they all answered: “Instead of 
begging, go and look for a little work and learn 
to earn your own bread.” 

At last there came a little woman who was 
carrying two cans of water. 

“Will you give me a drink of water out of one 

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of your cans?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Drink, my boy, if you wish to,” said the lit¬ 
tle woman as she set down the two cans. 

Pinocchio drank like a fish, and as he dried 
his mouth, he mumbled: “I have cured my thirst. 
Now I should like to have something to eat.” 

The little woman heard these words and 
said: “If you will help me carry home these two 
cans of water, I will give you a fine piece of 
bread.” 

Pinocchio looked at the cans, but he said 
nothing. 

“And besides the bread, you shall have some 
cabbage with oil and sugar,” said the little 


woman. 


108 


PINOCCHIO 


Pinocchio again looked at the cans, but he 
said nothing. 

“And after you have eaten the cabbage, I 
will give you a pudding with some syrup.” 

The reward was too great for Pinocchio to 
refuse. 

“I will carry one of the cans to your house,” 
he said at last. 

The can was heavy, and the marionette was 
not strong enough to carry it in his hands. He 
had to carry it on his head. 

When they came to the house, the little wo¬ 
man made Pinocchio sit down at a small table. 
Then she placed before him the bread, the cab¬ 
bage, and the pudding. 

Pinocchio did not eat the food. He devoured 
it. His stomach was like a house that no one had 
lived in for five months. After he had eaten for 
some time, he turned to look at the little woman, 
and then he stared at her with his eyes and 
mouth wide open. 

“What has surprised you?” she asked. 

“Are you really the Fairy?” asked Pinoc¬ 
chio. “You have the same voice, and the same 
blue hair. .Oh, yes, it is really you!” he added, 
as he threw his arms around her. 


PINOCCHIO DECIDES TO BE GOOD 109 

PINOCCHIO DECIDES TO BE A GOOD BOY 

At first the little woman would not admit 
that she was the Fairy with the blue hair. But 
when she saw that Pinocchio knew her, she said: 
“You little rogue! How did you happen to know 
me?” 

“It was my great love for you that told me,” 
said he. 

“But when you saw me last,” said the Fairy, 
“I was only a child. Now I have grown until I 
am almost a woman.” 

“But how did you manage to grow so fast?” 
asked he. 

“That is a secret,” said the Fairy. 

“Teach it to me,” said he. “Don't you see, I 
am always no bigger than a ten-pin?” 

“But you cannot grow,” said the Fairy. 
“Marionettes never grow. They are born mar¬ 
ionettes. They live marionettes and they die 
marionettes.” 

“I am tired of being a marionette,” said Pin¬ 
occhio. “I should like to be a real boy.” 

“And you will become one when you deserve 
it,” said the Fairy. 

“What can I do to deserve it?” asked Pinoc¬ 


chio. 


110 


PINOCCHIO 


“It is very easy,” said the Fairy. “You only 

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have to learn to be good.” 

“I promise you,” said Pinocchio, “that I will 
begin to-day. I shall try to care for my papa. 
But where is my papa?” 

“I do not know,” said she. 

“Shall I ever see him again?” asked Pinoc¬ 
chio. 

“I think so,” said the Fairy. “Yes, I am quite 
sure of it.” 

When Pinocchio heard this he was wild with 
joy. He was so pleased that he began to kiss the 
Fairy’s hands. 

Then he said, “Dear Fairy, is it not true that 
you were dead?” 

“No, it seems that it is not true,” said she. 

“Oh, how glad I am!” said Pinocchio. 

“You were very sad when you thought I was 
dead,” said the Fairy. “So I know you have a 
good heart. And when boys have good hearts, 
there is always hope for them even if they have 
bad habits. That is why I came to care for you.” 

“Oh! how good of you!” shouted Pinocchio 
as he jumped and clapped his hands for joy. 

“Then you must obey me and do everything 
that I ask you to do,” said the Fairy. 


PINOCCHIO GOES TO SCHOOL 111 


“I shall always do that,” said Pinocchio. 

“To-morrow morning,” said the Fairy, “you 
will begin to go to school.” 

“I think it is too late for me to go to school 
now,” said the marionette. 

“Oh, no,” said the Fairy. “It is never too late 
to learn.” 

“But I do not wish to follow any trade,” said 
the marionette. 

“Why not?” asked the Fairy. 

“Because it tires me to work,” said the mar¬ 
ionette. 

“My boy,” said the Fairy, “those who talk in 
that way almost always end in a prison or in a 
hospital. Some boys are born rich and some are 
born poor, but all have to work. Woe to those 
who lead idle lives. Idleness is a dreadful illness 
and must be cured in childhood. If it is not 
cured then, it can never be cured.” 

Pinocchio hung his head with shame and 
said: 

“I will study. I will work. I will do any¬ 
thing you say so I may become a good boy.” 

PINOCCHIO GOES TO SCHOOL 

The next day Pinocchio went to school. 

All the boys roared with laughter when they 


112 


PINOCCHIO 


saw a marionette walk into the school. They 
played all kinds of tricks on him. One boy car¬ 
ried off his cap and another pulled his jacket. 

For a time Pinocchio pretended not to care, 
but at last he lost his patience. Then he turned 
to those who were teasing - him and said: “Be 
careful, boys. I did not come here to be made fun 
of. I do not annoy you, and you shall not annoy 
me.” 

“Hear this boaster!” said one of the boys 
who tried to grab hold of Pinocchio’s nose. 

But Pinocchio reached out his foot and gave 
him a kick on the knee. 

“Oh, what hard feet!” cried the boy as he 
rubbed the place where the marionette’s wooden 
foot had hit him. 

“His hands are harder than his feet,” said 
another boy who tried to trip Pinocchio and re¬ 
ceived a blow on his side. 

All boys like a boy who will not let other boys 
abuse him. So they soon became very fond of 
Pinocchio. The teacher also liked him, for he al¬ 
ways studied his lessons. He was the first to 
come to school and he was the last to leave when 
school was over. 

But Pinocchio had one fault. He had too 


GOES TO SEE THE DOG-FISH 113 


many friends, and some of them were bad boys. 
They did not like to study and were always in 
mischief. 

The teacher warned him every day, and the 
good Fairy said: “Take care, Pinocchio! Those 
bad school-mates of yours are not your friends. 
They will be sure to harm you.” 

PINOCCHIO GOES TO SEE THE DOG-FISH 

So one morning when Pinocchio was going 
to school, he met some of his bad companions. 
One of them came up to him and said: “Have 
you heard the news?” 

“What news?” asked Pinocchio. 

“In the sea near here there is a dog-fish as 
big as a mountain,” said the boy. “We are going 
to the shore to see him. Will you come with us?” 

“No,” said Pinocchio, “I am going to school.” 

“Why do you go to school?” said the boy. 
“You can go to school to-morrow. One day’s 
lessons will not make any difference.” 

“But what will the teacher say?” asked Pin¬ 
occhio. 

“The teacher may say what he likes,” said 
the boy. “He is paid to find fault.” 

“And what will the Fairy say?” asked Pinoc¬ 
chio. 


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114 


PINOCCHIO 


“She will never know it/’ said the boy. 

“Do you know what I will do?” asked Pinoc- 
chio. “I will go and see the dog-fish when school 
is over.” 

“Poor donkey!” said another boy. “Do you 
suppose the dog-fish will wait for you to come? 
As soon as he is tired of being-here, he will go to 
some other place. Then it will be too late to see 
him.” 

“How long does it take to go to the shore?” 
asked the marionette. 

“We can go there and back in an hour,” said 
the boy. 

“Come on, then,” said Pinocchio. “The one 
who runs the fastest is the best.” 

When Pinocchio said this all the boys rush¬ 
ed off across the fields with their books under 
their arms. Pinocchio was always ahead of the 
others. He seemed to have wings on his feet. 

• When he arrived at the shore, Pinocchio 
looked everywhere, but he could see no dog-fish. 
The sea looked like a great mirror. 

“Where is the dog-fish?” asked Pinocchio of 
his companions. 

“He must have gone to breakfast,” said one 
of the boys. 


GOES TO SEE THE DOG-FISH 115 


“Perhaps he is taking a nap,” said another 
of the boys. 

These foolish answers showed Pinocchio that 
his companions had been trying to make a fool 
of him. So he turned to them and said: “Why 
did you tell me that falsehood about the dog¬ 
fish?” 

“Oh, it was great fun!” said all the little ras¬ 
cals together. 

“In what way?” asked Pinocchio. 

“We made you come with us and miss 
school,” said one of the boys. “You ought to be 
ashamed because you are never tardy. You 
ought to be ashamed because you study so hard.” 

“Why do you not like to have me study?” 
asked Pinocchio. 

“Because boys who study make those who 
do not seem stupid,” said the boy. 

“Then what must I do to please you?” 
asked Pinocchio. 

“You must hate school and the lessons and 
the master,” said the boy. “These are our three 
great enemies.” 

“But what if I wish to study?” asked the 
marionette. 

“If you do,” said the boy, “we shall have 


116 PINOCCHIO 

nothing more to do with you, and we shall also 
punish you.” 

“You make me laugh,” said Pinocchio. 

“Look out, Pinocchio,” said the biggest of 
the boys. “Don’t have any of your big talk here. 
Remember you are only one and there are seven 
of us.” 

“Yes, you are the seven wicked ones,” said 
Pinocchio with a laugh. 

“Listen to him!” said the boy. “He has in¬ 
sulted us. He called us the seven wicked ones. 
Pinocchio, beg our pardon, or it will be worse 
for you!” 

“Cuckoo!” shouted Pinocchio. 

“You shall have as many blows as a donkey!” 
said the boy. 

“Cuckoo!” said Pinocchio. 

“You shall go home with a broken nose!” 
said the boy. 

“Cuckoo!” said Pinocchio. 

“I will give you cuckoo,” said one of the 
boys. “Take that and keep it for your supper.” 

As he said this he gave Pinocchio a blow on 
the head with his fist. But it was give and take, 
for the marionette returned the blow. And then 
all the boys joined in the fight. 


117 


GOES TO SEE THE DOG-FISH 

Pinocchio had to fight all seven of them, but 
he defended himself like a hero. He used his 
feet so well that he kept them at a safe distance. 
His feet were made of the hardest wood, and 
wherever they hit, they left a bruise. 

At last the boys became furious. All seven 
of them were not a match for one poor mario¬ 
nette. So they opened their satchels and began 
to throw their spelling-books. But Pinocchio 
was quick and had sharp eyes. He always 
ducked his head just in time. So the books . 
passed over his head and fell into the sea. 

Just think how surprised the fish were! They 
thought the books were something to eat, and 
they came in shoals. But when they had tasted 
a page or two, they made wry faces. They 
seemed to say, “This food isn’t fit to eat. We 
must have something better than this.” 

The boys had no more books of their own to 
throw at Pinocchio, so they opened his satchel 
and threw his own books at him. Among these 
was a book bound in strong cardboard. One of 
the boys took this and aimed it at Pinocchio’s 
head. But instead of hitting the marionette it 
struck one of his companions on the temple. 

The boy who was hit only said, “0 mother, 


118 PINOCCHIO 

help! I am dying 1 !” Then he fell at full length 
on the ground. 

His companions thought he was dead and 
they ran off as fast as their legs would carry 
them. Pinocchio was the only one to remain. He 

ran and soaked his handkerchief in the sea and 

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began to bathe the temples of the injured boy. 

“Eugene, my poor Eugene,” said he, “open 
your eyes and look at me. I did not do it. In¬ 
deed, it was not I that hurt you so. What shall 
ldo? What shall I do? 

“How much better it would have been if I 
had gone to school! Why did I listen to bad com¬ 
panions? Oh, dear! What will become of me? 
What will become of me? What will become of 
me?” 

Then Pinocchio began to cry and sob. Sud¬ 
denly he heard the sound of footsteps. He 
turned and saw two soldiers. 

“What are you doing there on the ground?” 
they asked. 

“I am helping my school-mate,” said Pinoc¬ 
chio. 

“Has he been hurt?” asked one of the sol¬ 
diers. 

“So it seems,” said Pinocchio. 



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GOES TO SEE THE DOG-FISH 121 

“Indeed he has been hurt,” said the soldier. 
“There is a cut on his temple. Who hurt him?” 

“Not I!” said the marionette. 

“If it was not you, who was it?’’asked the sol¬ 
dier. 

“Not I,” repeated Pinocchio. 

“With what was he hurt?” asked the soldier. 

“With this book,” said the marionette, as he 
picked up the book and gave it to the soldier. 

“To whom does this belong?” said the sol¬ 
dier. 

“To me,” said Pinocchio. 

“That is enough,” said the soldier. “Get up 
and come with us at once.” 

“But I did not do it,” said Pinocchio. 

“Come with us,” said the soldier. 

“But I am innocent,” said Pinocchio. 

“Come with us,” said both of the soldiers. 

But before they left, they called to some fish¬ 
ermen who were passing: “This boy has been 
hurt. We leave him in your care. To-morrow we 
shall come to see him.” 

Then the soldiers placed Pinocchio between 
them and one of them said, “Forward! And walk 
quickly or it will be the worse for you.” 

So they all started for the village. Pinocchio 


122 


PINOCCHIO 


hardly knew what he was doing. He thought he 
must be dreaming. His legs trembled. His 
tongue stuck fast in his mouth and he could not 
say a word. But all the time he was thinking 
that he would have to pass under the window of 
the Fairy’s house between the soldiers. He would 
rather have died. 

They had already reached the village when 
a gust of wind blew off Pinocchio’s hat and car¬ 
ried it for more than ten yards. 

“Will you allow me to go and get my hat?” 
asked Pinocchio. 

“Go and be quick about it,” said one of the 
soldiers. 

So Pinocchio went and picked up his hat. But 
he did not put it on his head. He put it between 
his teeth and began to run as fast as he could 
toward the sea-shore. 

The soldiers thought it would be very hard 
to overtake him. So they sent after him a large 
dog named Bruno, who had won the first prize at 
the dog-show. 

Pinocchio ran, but the dog ran faster. The 
people came to their windows and crowded into 
the street so they could see the race better. But 
Pinocchio and the dog raised such clouds of dust 


PINOCCHIO JUMPS INTO THE SEA 123 

that in a few minutes nothing could be seen of 
either of them. 

PINOCCHIO JUMPS INTO THE SEA 

There was a moment in this race when Pin- 
occhio thought himself lost. Bruno ran so 
swiftly that he almost came up with him. The 
marionette could hear the panting of the dread¬ 
ful beast behind him. There was not a hand’s 
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breadth between them. He could even feel the 
dog’s hot breath. 

Fortunately the shore was near, and as soon 
as he reached it, the marionette made a great 
leap and landed in the water. A frog could not 
have done better. 

Bruno tried to stop, but he was going so fast 
that he also went into the sea. The poor dog 
could not swim. He tried to reach the shore, but 
he sank under the water. When he rose to the 
surface, he barked out: “I am drowning! I am 
drowning!” 

“Drown, then,” said Pinocchio. 

“Help me, dear Pinocchio!” shouted the dog. 
“Save me from death!” 

Pinocchio had a good heart, and he felt sor¬ 
ry for the dog. So he said: “If I save your life, 
will you promise not to run after me?” 


124 


PINOCCHIO 


“I promise! I promise!” screamed the dog. 
“Be quick for pity’s sake! If you wait another 
minute, I shall be dead!” 

Pinocchio did not know what to do; but he 
remembered that his father said it was always 
best to be kind to everyone. So he swam to Bruno 
and took hold of his tail with both hands and 
brought him safe to land. 

The poor dog could not stand. He had 
drank so much salt water that he was like a bal¬ 
loon. But Pinocchio did not know whether or 
not he could trust him. So he jumped into the 
water again. When he had gone some distance 
from the shore, he called out: “Good-by, Bruno. 
A pleasant journey to you.” 

“Good-by, Pinocchio,” said the dog. “A 
thousand thanks for saving my life. If I ever 
have a chance, I shall be glad to do you a favor.” 

Pinocchio swam on, but he always kept near 
the land. At last he thought he had reached a 
safe place. Among the rocks he saw a kind of 
cave from which a cloud of smoke was rising. 

“In that cave,” said he to himself, “there 
must be a fire. That is very fine. I shall go and 
dry my clothes and warm myself.” 

So Pinocchio came near the shore. He was 


PINOCCHIO JUMPS INTO THE SEA 125 

about to climb upon the rocks when something 
in the water lifted him into the air. He tried to 
escape, but it was too late. He was caught in a 
great net with a shoal of fish of every size and 
shape. They were struggling and flapping to 
get out. 

Just then a fisher-man came out of the cave. 
He was so ugly that he looked like a monster. 
When he had drawn the net out of the water he 
said: “What good luck. To-day I shall have a 
fine dinner of fish.” 

“How glad I am that I am not a fish!” said 
Pinocchio. 

The net full of fish was carried into the cave, 
which was dark and smoky. In the middle of the 
cave was a large frying-pan full of boiling oil. 

“Now I shall see what fish I have caught,” 
said the fisher-man. 

Then he put a great hand into the net and 
pulled out a handful of mullet. 

“These mullet are good!” said he, as he look¬ 
ed at them. Then he threw them into a pan. 

As he drew out a handful of fish he would 

say: 

“What good bass!” 

“What fine sardines!” 


126 


PINOCCHIO 


“What excellent crabs!” 

I need not tell you that all the fish and the 
crabs were thrown into the pan together. The 
last to remain in the net was Pinocchio. 

As soon as the fisher-man took him out, he 
opened his big green eyes with astonishment. 
Then he said: “What kind of fish is this? I have 
never eaten fish of this kind.” 

The fisher-man turned him over and over 
and looked at him carefully. At last he said: “I 
know. He must be a lobster.” 

Pinocchio was angry at being mistaken for 
a lobster. 

“Do you think I am a lobster?” he said. “In¬ 
deed I am not a lobster. ' Let me tell you that I 
am a marionette.” 

“A marionette?” said the fisher-man. “To 
tell the truth, a marionette is a new kind of fish 
to me; and for that reason I shall eat you with 
greater pleasure.” ' 

“Eat me?” asked Pinocchio. “Do you intend 
to eat me? Do you not know that I am not a 
fish? I talk and think as you do.” 

“That is so,” said the fisher-man. “And to 
show my friendship for you, I will let you choose 
how you would like to be cooked. Should you like 


PINOCCHIO JUMPS INTO THE SEA 127 


to be fried in the frying-pan, or should you like 
to be stewed with tomatoes?” 

“If I am to choose,” said Pinocchio, “I should 
like to be set at liberty, so I can return home.” 

“Are you joking?” asked the fisher-man. “Do 
you think I would miss the opportunity of eating 
such a rare fish as you are? It is not every day 
that marionette fish are caught in these waters. 
Leave it to me. I will fry you in the frying-pan 
with the other fish. It is always pleasant to be 
fried in company.” 

When he heard this, the unhappy Pinocchio 
began to scream and beg for mercy. As he 
sobbed, he said to himself: “How much better it 
would have been if I had gone to school! But I 
listened to my bad companions, and now I am 
paying for it.” 

All the time he was wiggling like an eel and 
trying to slip out of the hands of his captor. 
But it was useless. The fisher-man took a long 
piece of rope and bound his hands and feet. 
Then he threw him into the pan with the fish. 

He took a bowl of flour and poured it over 
the fish until they were almost as white as the 
flour itself, and he began to throw them into the 
frying-pan. 


128 


PINOCCHIO 


The first to go into the boiling oil were the 
poor bass. The crabs followed. Then came the 
sardines, and at last it was Pinocchio’s turn. 

PINOCCHIO IS RESCUED FROM THE FISHER-MAN 

Just as the fisher-man was on the point of 
throwing Pinocchio into the frying-pan, a large 
dog entered the cave. He had smelled the fry¬ 
ing fish and came to get some of them to eat. 

“Get out!” shouted the fisher-man, as he held 
the floured marionette in his hand. 

But the poor dog was hungry and wagged 
his tail as much as to say: “Give me a mouthful 
of fish and I will go away.” 

“Get out, I tell you!” said the fisher-man, as 
he raised his foot to give the dog a kick. 

But the dog only growled and showed his 
teeth. And just at that moment he heard a voice 
say: “Save me, Bruno! If you do not save me, I 
shall be fried!” 

The dog knew Pinocchio’s voice. So what do 
you think he did? He made a spring, snatched 
the bundle from the hand of the fisher-man, and 
rushed out of the cave like a flash of lightning. 

The fisher-man was furious at seeing his fish 
snatched from him, but the dog was gone before 
he could do anything to stop him. 



The Fisher-man Was Furious at Seeing His Fish Snatched from 

Him 


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PINOCCHIO IS RESCUED 131 

When Bruno had reached the path that led 
to the village, he stopped and put Pinocchio gently 
on the ground. 

“I have much to thank you for,” said the 
marionette. 

“It is not necessary,” said the dog. “You 
saved me, and now I have saved you. You know 
we must help each other in this world.” 

“But how did you happen to come to the 
cave?” asked Pinocchio. 

“I was lying on the shore,” said Bruno, 
“when I smelled fried fish. So I came as quickly 
as I could. If I had come a second later-” 

“Do not mention it,” said Pinocchio. “If you 
had come a second later, I should have been fried 
and eaten. It makes me shudder to think of it.” 

Then the dog took the road home, and Pin¬ 
occhio went to a cottage near by. An old man 
came to the door, and Pinocchio said: “Kind sir, 
will you give me some clothes, so I can return 
home?” 

“My boy,” said the old man, “I have nothing 
to give you but a sack in which I keep beans. If 
that will be of any use to you, you may have it.” 

Pinocchio did not wait to be told twice. He 
took the sack at once. Then he borrowed a pair 



132 


PINOCCHIO 


of scissors and cut a large hole in the bottom of 
the sack for his head and a small one on each 
side for his arms and wore it as a shirt. 

As Pinocchio went along he said to himself, 
“How shall I ever show myself to the Fairy in 
these clothes? Will she ever forgive me for what 
I have done?” 

When he reached the village, it was night 
and it was very dark. A storm had set in and 
the rain was coming down in torrents. So he 
went to the Fairy’s house and hoped to be let in. 

But when he came to the place his courage 
failed him and instead of knocking, he ran away. 
Soon he returned to the door a second time and 
gave a little knock. 

He waited and waited. At last, after half 
an hour had passed, a window was opened on the 
top floor. The house was four stories high. A 
snail with a lighted candle looked out, and called 
to him: 

“Who is there at this hour?” 

“Is the Fairy at home?” asked the mario¬ 
nette. 

“The Fairy is asleep and must not be awak¬ 
ened,” said the snail, “but who are you?” 

“It is I,” said Pinocchio. 



“Is the Fairy at Home?” Asked the Marionette 








































PINOCCHIO IS RESCUED 


135 


“Who is I?” asked the snail. 

“I am Pinocchio,” said he. 

“And who is Pinocchio?” asked the snail. 

“The marionette who lives in the Fairy’s 
house,” said he. 

“Oh, yes, I understand,” said the snail. 
“Wait until I come down and open the door.” 

“Be quick, for pity’s sake,” said Pinocchio. 
“I am dying of cold.” 

“My boy, I am a snail,” was the answer, “and 
am never in a hurry.” 

An hour passed, and then two, and the door 
was not opened. Pinocchio was trembling with 
cold and fear. At last he had the courage to 
knock again, and this time he knocked louder. 

At this second knock, a window in the lower 
story opened, and the same snail looked out. 

“Beautiful little snail,” cried Pinocchio 
from the street. “I have been waiting for two 
hours! And two hours on such a night as this 
seems longer than two years. Be quick, for pity’s 
sake.” 

“My boy,” answered the calm little animal, 
“I am a snail, and snails are never in a hurry.” 

And the window was shut again. 

Shortly afterwards the clock struck mid- 


136 


P1NOCCHIO 


night, then one o’clock, then two o’clock, and the 
door still remained closed. 

Pinocchio at last lost all patience and seized 
the knocker in a rage. But the iron knocker sud¬ 
denly turned into an eel, slipped out of his hands 
and disappeared in the stream of water that ran 
down the middle of the street. 

“Oh! that is the way it works!” shouted 
Pinocchio in a rage. “Since the knocker has 
gone, I will kick with all my might.” 

He drew back his foot and gave the door a 
terrible kick. The blow was so hard that his 
foot went through the door, and he could not 
draw it back again. 

Think of poor Pinocchio! He was obliged 
to spend the rest of the night with one foot on 
the ground and the other in the door. 

Just as it became light the next morning, 
the door was at last opened. The clever little 
snail had taken only nine hours to come down 
from the fourth story to the ground floor. 

“What are you doing with your foot stuck in 
the door?” she asked laughing. 

“It was an accident,” said Pinocchio. “Do 
try, beautiful little snail, to free my foot from 
this door.” 


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137 


“My boy,” said the snail, “that is work for a 
carpenter, and I have never been a carpenter.” 

“Go and ask the Fairy to come,” said Pin- 
occhio. 

“The Fairy is asleep,” said the snail. 

“But do you suppose I can stay here all day 
fastened to this door?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Amuse yourself by counting the ants that 
pass down the street,” said the snail. 

“At least bring me something to eat,” said 
the marionette. “I am almost famished.” 

“I shall at once,” said the snail. 

In about three and a half hours she 
returned with a silver tray on her head. On the 
tray was a loaf of bread, a roast chicken, and 
four ripe apricots. 

“Here is the breakfast the Fairy has sent 
you,” said the snail. 

The marionette’s mouth watered at the 
sight of these good things. But when he began 
to eat them, he found the bread, the chicken, and 
the apricots were made of painted plaster. 

He wanted to cry. He was about to throw 
away the tray when he became faint and fell 
down. When he came to himself, he was lying 
on a sofa, and the Fairy was leaning over him. 


138 


PINOCCHIO 


“I will forgive you once more/’ she said, 
“but woe to you if you behave badly a third 
time!” 

Pinocchio promised. He even said that he 
would study, and would always do as she said. 

And he kept his word for the rest of the 
year. He went to school and he studied so hard 
that at the end of the year he stood at the head 
of his class. The Fairy was much pleased and 
said to him: “To-morrow you shall have your 
wish.” 

“And what will that be?” asked Pinocchio. 

“To-morrow you shall cease to be a wooden 
marionette,” said the Fairy. “You shall become 
a real boy.” 

You cannot imagine Pinocchio’s joy at his 
good fortune. He was to have a real party to 
which his school-mates were to be invited. He 
thought it would be a most delightful day. 

PINOCCHIO INVITES THE BOYS TO HIS PARTY 

Pinocchio asked the Fairy’s permission to 
go and invite the boys to his party. Just before 
he left, she said: “Go if you like and invite your 
friends, but remember to return home before 
dark.” 


INVITES BOYS TO HIS PARTY 13& 


“I promise to be back in an hour,” said the 
marionette. 

“Take care, Pinocchio!” said she. “Boys are 
always ready to promise, but sometimes they do 
not keep their word.” 

“But I am not like other boys,” said the mar¬ 
ionette. “When I say I’ll do a thing-, I always 
do it.” 

“We shall see,” said the Fairy. “If you dis¬ 
obey me, so much the worse for you.” 

“Why?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Because boys who do not listen to those 
who know more than they do, always meet with 
misfortune,” replied the Fairy. 

“I shall surely do as you say,” said Pinoc¬ 
chio. 

Then he bade the Fairy good-by and went 
out of the house singing and dancing. In less 
than an hour all of his friends except one were 
invited. 

Among Pinocchio’s school-mates was one of 
whom he was very fond. His name was Romeo, 
but because he was so thin and straight the boys 
called him Candlewick. 

Candlewick was the laziest and naughtiest 
boy in school, but he was Pinocchio’s favorite. 


140 


PINOCCHIO 


When he went to invite Candlewick to his party, 
he was not at home. So he went everywhere 
looking for him. At last he found him sitting on 
a porch. 

“What are you doing there?” asked Pinoc- 
chio. 

“I am waiting here, so I can start at mid¬ 
night,” said Candlewick. 

“Where are you going?” asked the mario¬ 
nette. 

“Far away, far away, far away,” said Can¬ 
dlewick. 

“But I came to invite you to my party,” said 
Pinocchio. 

“I tell you I am going away to-night,” said 
Candlewick. 

“And where are you going?” asked the mar¬ 
ionette. 

“I am going to live in the most delightful 
country,” said Candlewick. “It is called the 
Land of Blockheads. Why do you not come, 
too?” 

“Never!” said he. 

“If you do not come, you will be sorry,” said 
Candlewick. “Where could you find a better 
country for boys? There are no schools there 


INVITES BOYS TO HIS PARTY 141 

and there are no books. There are no lessons to 
learn.” 

“How are the days spent in the Land of 
Blockheads?” asked Pinocchio. 

“They are spent in play and fun from morn¬ 
ing - till night,” said Candlewick. 

“That is a life that I should be glad to lead,” 
said Pinocchio. 

“Then why do you not go with me?” asked 
Candlewick. 

“No, no, no, and again, no,” said Pinocchio. 
“I promised the Fairy to be a good boy, so I shall 
keep my word. The sun is setting and I must 
leave you at once. Good-by and a pleasant jour¬ 
ney to you.” 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” asked Can¬ 
dlewick. “In a little while you will see the coach 
that is to take me to that happy country.” 

“Are you sure there are no schools in that 
country?” asked Pinocchio. 

“Not one,” replied Candlewick. 

“I must wait and see you olf,” said Pinocchio. 

In the meantime night had come and it was 
already dark. Suddenly they saw in the dis¬ 
tance a small light moving toward them. They 
heard voices and the sound of a trumpet. 


142 


PINOCCHIO 


“Here it is!” shouted Candlewick. 

“What is it?” asked Pinocchio in a whisper. 

“It is the coach coming to take me,” answer¬ 
ed Candlewick. “Will you come with me?” 

“Is it true that boys never have to study in 
that country?” asked the marionette. 

“Never, never, never,” said Candlewick. 

“What a delightful country,” said Pinocchio. 
“What a delightful country!” 

PINOCCHIO GOES TO THE LAND OF BLOCKHEADS 

At last the coach arrived. It did not make 
the slightest noise, for its wheels were covered 
with cotton. 

It was drawn by twelve pairs of donkeys. All 
were of the same size, but were of different col¬ 
ors. But the most wonderful thing of all was 
that donkeys instead of having shoes like other 
donkeys wore men’s white kid boots on their feet. 

The coach-man was a little man who was 
broader than he was tall. He had a small round 
face like an orange and a little mouth that was 
always laughing. As soon as the boys saw him 
they fell in love with him. 

When the coach stopped, the little man said 
to Candlewick: “Tell me, my fine boy, do you in¬ 
tend to go to that happy country?” 


THE LAND OF BLOCKHEADS 143 


“I certainly do,” said Candlewick, as he 
jumped into the coach. 

Then the coach-man turned to Pinocehio and 
said: “My dear little man, are you coming with 
us or do you remain behind?” 

“I remain behind,” said Pinocehio. “I intend 
to study and become a good boy.” 

“Much good may it do you,” said the coach¬ 
man. 

“Pinocehio, come with us and we shall have 
such fun,” called Candlewick. 

“Come with us and we shall have such fun,” 
shouted all the boys in the coach. 

“Make room for me, and I will come,” replied 
Pinocehio. 

“Come on, then, and don’t waste any more 
time,” said the coach-man. 

Pinocehio obeyed without another word. At 
day-break they arrived in the Land of Block¬ 
heads. 

It was unlike every other country in the 
world. Only boys lived there. The youngest 
were only eight and the oldest were fourteen. 

There were troops of boys everywhere. Some 
were playing ball. Some rode wooden horses 
and others were playing hide-and-seek. 


144 


PINOCCHIO 


In the midst of games and every kind of 
amusement, the hours, the days, and the weeks 
passed like lightning. 

“Oh, what a delightful place!” said Pinoc- 
chio, whenever he met Candlewick. 

PINOCCHIO HAS DONKEY EARS 

One morning when Pinocchio awoke he was 
very much surprised. He scratched his head and 
found that his ears had grown to be a foot long. 
His ears had always been very small, so small 
that they were not visible to the naked eye, so 
you can imagine his feelings when he found that 
they had grown so long they seemed like two 
brooms. 

He tried to find a mirror, so he could see him¬ 
self, but there was none anywhere. Then he 
looked in a pail of water and found that he had 
a pair of donkey’s ears. 

He began to cry and roar. He beat his head 
against the wall, but the more he cried, the 
longer his ears grew. 

At the sound of his cries a beautiful little 
mouse that lived on the first floor came into the 
room. Seeing the marionette in such grief, he 
asked: “What has happened to you?” 

“I am ill, my dear little mouse,” said Pinoc- 


PINOCCHIO HAS DONKEY EARS 145 


chio. “I am very ill, and my illness frightens me. 
Can you count my pulse?” 

“I will try,” said the mouse, as it crawled up 
and took hold of Pinocchio’s wrist. 

“You have a very bad fever,” said he. 

“What kind of fever is it?” asked Pinoc- 
chio. 

“It is a donkey fever,” said the mouse. 

“What do you mean?” gasped Pinocchio. 

“I will explain to you,” said the mouse. “In 
two or three hours you will not be a wooden mar¬ 
ionette. You will become a donkey like those 
who draw carts and carry cabbages to market.” 

“Oh! What shall I do?” screamed Pinocchio, 
as he grabbed his ears and tried to pull them off. 

“My dear boy,” said the mouse, “you can 
do nothing. All boys who dislike books and pass 
their time in play sooner or later become little 
donkeys.” 

“It is not my fault,” sobbed Pinocchio. “It is 
all Candlewick’s fault!” 

“Who is Candlewick?” asked the mouse. 

“He was one of my school-mates,” replied 
Pinocchio. “I wanted to go to school and study, 
but he said, ‘Come with me to the Land of Block¬ 
heads and play from morning till night.’ ” 


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PINOCCHIO 


“But why did you follow the advice of a bad 
companion?” asked the mouse. 

“Because,” said Pinocchio, “I am a mario¬ 
nette with no sense. I have a wooden head. Why 
did I leave the Fairy who was so kind to me? I 
shall go to see Candlewick and tell him what I 
think of him.” 

So he went to visit Candlewick and found 
that he had donkey’s ears exactly like his own. 

They laughed and laughed and laughed un¬ 
til they had to hold their sides. But all at once 
Candlewick staggered and cried out: “Help! 
Help! Pinocchio!” 

“What is the matter?” he asked. 

“I cannot stand up,” said Candlewick. 

“Nor can I,” said Pinocchio as he began to 

cry. 

They both began to run and they ran on their 
hands and feet. As they ran, their hands became 
hoofs, their heads became donkey’s faces, and 
their backs were covered with long gray hair. 
And last of all, their tails began to grow. 

They tried to speak, but they only brayed, 
“Hee-haw! hee-haw!” 

Just then some one knocked at the door, and 
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coach-man who brought you to this place. Open 
at once, or it will be the worse for you!” 

PINOCCHIO IS SOLD 

The door remained shut, so the little man 
gave it such a hard kick that it flew open. 

“Well done, boys!” said he. “You brayed 
well, and I knew your voices. That is why I am 
here.” 

Then he led the two donkeys to the market 
to sell them. Candlewick was bought by a farm¬ 
er whose donkey had died the day before. Pinoc- 
chio was bought by the owner of some trained 
animals. 

I do not know what became of Candlewick, 
but from that very day Pinocchio lived a very 
hard life. When he was put into his stall, his 
master filled the manger with straw, but Pinoc¬ 
chio would not eat it. Then his master filled the 
manger with hay, but he did not like that either. 
This made his master angry and he took his whip 
and began to beat him. 

“I will teach you not to be so dainty about 
your food!” he said. Then he went away. 

Pinocchio had not eaten for many hours and 
he was faint from hunger. As there was noth¬ 
ing else to eat, he ate a little hay. 


150 


PINOCCHIO 


“This hay is not bad,” he said to himself. 
“But how much better off I should be if I had 
stayed with the Fairy. Instead of having hay I 
might now be eating bread and meat!” 

Early the next morning his master came to 
the stable. 

“Get up at once,” said he, “and come with 
me to the circus. I shall teach you to jump 
through hoops and to stand on your hind legs 
and dance.” 

Poor Pinocchio! By force or love he had to 
learn all these things; but it took him three 
months to learn them and his skin was nearly 
whipped off. 

At last came the day for the circus. Every¬ 
where were posters that read: 

Grand Performance 
TO-NIGHT 

There Will Be Several Acts 
By All the Artists 
And the Trained Animals 
Also the Famous 
Little Donkey Pinocchio 
Called 

The Star of the Dance 
Will Make His First Appearance. 


PINOCCHIO IS SOLD 


151 


That evening the theater was filled an hour 
before the performance begun. All had come to 
see Pinocchio dance. When the first acts were 
over, the leader of the company said: 

“Ladies and gentlemen. I have the honor 
of showing you a celebrated little donkey who 
has danced before all the kings of Europe.” 

This speech was received with laughter and 
the clapping of hands, and before the cheering 
was ended, Pinocchio ran to the middle of the 
ring. 

He was all dressed up for the occasion. He 
had a new bridle of patent leather with brass 
buckles. Tassels hung from his ears and rib¬ 
bons were tied to his mane and his tail. 

The leader turned to Pinocchio and said: 
“Pinocchio, before you begin to act, bow to the 
ladies, the gentlemen, and the children.” 

Pinocchio bent both of his knees until they 
touched the ground. Then the leader cracked 
his whip and said: “Walk!” 

So Pinocchio walked slowly around the ring. 

Next the leader said, “Trot!” and Pinocchio 
did as he was told. 

“Gallop!” shouted the leader, and Pinocchio 
ran like a race-horse. 


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152 


PINOCCHIO 


Suddenly the leader raised his arm and fired 
off a pistol, and Pinocchio fell down and pre¬ 
tended he was dead. As he rose from the ground 
he glanced into one of the boxes and saw a beau¬ 
tiful lady with a gold chain about her neck. 
Hanging from the chain was a locket in which 
was a picture of a marionette. 

“That is my picture,” thought Pinocchio, 
“and that is the Fairy.” 

He tried to call out: “0 my little Fairy!” but 
he only said, “Hee-haw! hee-haw!” 

Everybody laughed and Pinocchio was 
dreadfully ashamed, and when he looked toward 
the box again the Fairy was nowhere to be seen. 

“Now, Pinocchio, let these folks see how well 
you can jump through this hoop,” said the lead¬ 
er, as he held up a hoop covered with paper. 

Pinocchio tried three times, but each time he 
found it easier to go under the hoop than to jump 
through it, but his right foot caught in the hoop 
and he fell heavily to the ground. When he got 
up, he was lame and he was hardly able to re¬ 
turn to the stable. 

“Bring out Pinocchio! Bring out the little 
donkey!” shouted the children; but the little 
donkey was seen no more that night. 



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SWALLOWED BY A FISH 


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Next morning the animal doctor came to see 
Pinocchio, and said he would be lame for life. 
Then the leader called the stable-boy. 

“What do I want with a lame donkey?” he 
asked. “Take him to the market and sell him.” 

“How much do you want for that lame don¬ 
key?” asked a man at the market. 

“Twenty shillings,” said the stable-boy. 

“I will give you twenty cents,” said the man. 
“Don’t think I am buying him to use. I am buy¬ 
ing him for his skin. I see his skin is very hard, 
and I want it to make a drum for the band in our 
village.” 

You can imagine Pinocchio’s feeling when 
he heard he was to become a drum. 

As soon as the man had paid the twenty 
cents, he led the little donkey to the seashore. He 
tied a heavy stone to his neck and fastened an¬ 
other rope to one of his legs. Then he pushed 
him into the water. 

Pinocchio went to the bottom, and his own¬ 
er, still holding the rope, sat down to wait until 
he was drowned. 

PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY A FISH 

When Pinocchio had been under water for 
an hour his owner said to himself: “My poor 


156 


PINOCCHIO 


little lame donkey must be drowned by this time. 
I will pull him out of the water and make a drum 
of his skin.” 

He began to haul in the rope that he had tied 
to the donkey’s leg; and he hauled and he hauled, 
until what do you think appeared above the 
water? Instead of a dead donkey, he pulled up 
a live marionette, who was wriggling like an eel. 

Seeing the wooden marionette, the poor man 
was so astonished that he stood with his mouth 
open and his eyes starting out of his head. 

As soon as he could speak, he asked in a 
trembling voice: “Where is the little donkey that 
I threw into the water?” 

“I am the little donkey,” said Pinocchio, 
laughing. 

“Oh, you little scamp,” said the man, “how 
do you dare to make sport of me?” 

“I am not making sport of you,” said the 
marionette. “I am telling you the truth.” 

“If you were a donkey a short time ago,” 
asked the man, “how did you become a wooden 
marionette?” 

“It must have been the sea-water,” said Pin¬ 
occhio. “The sea makes great changes.” 

“Beware, marionette, beware,” said the man. 


SWALLOWED BY A FISH 


157 


“If you will untie the rope from my leg, I 
will tell you all that happened.” 

The good man wished to hear the story, so he 
untied the knot. Then Pinocchio said: “Once I 
was a marionette, as I am now, but I did not like 
to study and ran away from home. One day I 
was changed into a donkey, and I was sold to 
you.” 

“That is too true!” said the man. “I paid 
twenty cents for you. Now who will give me 
back my poor pennies?” 

“One word more and my story will be end¬ 
ed,” said Pinocchio. “When you threw me into 
the water, the fish came and ate all my flesh, and 
so when you pulled up the rope you found a live 
marionette instead of a dead donkey.” 

“I spent twenty cents to buy you,” said the 
man, “and I will have my money back. I will 
take you to the market and sell you as dry wood 
for lighting fires.” 

“Sell me if you like,” said Pinocchio, as he 
gave a spring and plunged into the water. 

Swimming gayly away from the shore, Pin¬ 
occhio called to his poor owner: “Good-by, mas¬ 
ter. If you should be in want of a skin to make 
a drum, remember me.” 


158 


PINOCCHIO 


When he had gone a little farther, he turned 
around and shouted back: “Good-by, master. If 
you should be in want of a little dry wood for 
lighting the fire, remember me.” 

Pinocchio swam so fast that in a little while 
he was out of sight of land. All at once he saw a 
sea-monster coming toward him with his mouth 
open. This was the dog-fish who had been men¬ 
tioned before in this story. 

Pinocchio tried to escape, but the dog-fish 
overtook him and swallowed him. He fell into 
the monster’s stomach with such force that he 
was stunned and lay as if he were dead. 

When he came to himself his poor father, 
Gepetto, was standing beside him; for the dog¬ 
fish had swallowed him many days before. 

Although he was so delighted to see his 
father, Pinocchio saw that the dog-fish was 
asleep. 

“There is not a moment to lose,” said he. 
“We must jump into the sea and swim away,” 

“I cannot swim,” said Gepetto. 

“But I am made of wood and will float,” said 
the marionette. “I will carry you on my shoul¬ 
ders.” 

So they cast themselves into the sea and es- 


THE COTTAGE 


159 


caped. When they reached the shore, Pinocchio 
sprang to the land and helped his poor father to 
do the same. 

Pinocchio offered his arm to Gepetto and 
said: 

“Lean on my arm, dear papa, and let us go. 
We will walk very slowly like the ants and when 
we are tired, we can rest by the road-side.” 

“And where shall we go?” asked Gepetto. 

“To find some house where the people will 
give us a mouthful of bread and a little straw for 
a bed,” said Pinocchio. 

THE COTTAGE 

They had gone only a short distance when 
they saw a little cottage. Its sides were made of 
straw and the roof was covered with tiles. 

“Some one must live here,” said Pinocchio. 
“Let us go and knock at the door.” 

So they went and knocked. 

“Who is there?” said a little voice from 

within. 

“We are a poor father and son without 
bread and without a roof,” answered the mar¬ 
ionette. 

“Turn the key and the door will open,” said 
the same little voice. 


160 


PINOCCHIO 


Pinocchio turned the key and the door 
opened. They went in, looked here and there and 
everywhere, but could see no one. 

“Oh! where is the master of the house?” 
asked Pinocchio. 

“Here I am up here,” said the voice. 

The father and son looked up to the ceiling, 
and there on a beam they saw the Talking Crick¬ 
et. 

“0 my dear little Cricket!” said Pinocchio. 

“Ah!” said the Cricket. “Now you call me 
your dear little Cricket. Do you remember the 
time you hit me with the mallet to drive me from 
your house?” 

“You are right, Cricket,” said Pinocchio. 
“Drive me away. Throw the mallet at me, but 
have pity on my poor papa.” 

“I will have pity on both father and son,” 
said the Cricket, “but I wish to remind you that 
we should always be kind to everybody we meet. 
Then we can expect them to be kind to us in our 
hour of need.” 

“You are right, Talking Cricket, you are 
right. I shall remember the lesson you have 
taught me,” said Pinocchio. 

Then he made a bed of straw for Gepetto to 


THE COTTAGE 


161 


lie on. When he had done this, he asked the 
Cricket, “Where can I find a glass of milk for my 
poor papa?” 

“Three fields off from here there lives a gar¬ 
dener who keeps cows,” said the Cricket. “Go to 
him and get the milk you are in want of.” 

Pinocchio ran all the way to the gardener’s 

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house. 

“How much milk do you want?” asked the 
gardener. 

“I want a glassful,” said Pinocchio. 

“A glassful of milk costs a halfpenny,” said 
the gardener. “Begin by giving me the half¬ 
penny.” 

“I have no money,” replied Pinocchio sadly. 

“That is very bad, marionette,” said the gar¬ 
dener. “If you have no halfpenny, I have no 
milk.” 

“It is too bad,” said Pinocchio as he turned 
to go away. 

“Wait a minute,” said the gardener. “Per¬ 
haps we can make a bargain. Will you turn the 
pumping machine for me?” 

“What is the pumping machine?” asked Pin¬ 
occhio. 

“It is a wooden pole,” said the gardener. “It 


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162 PINOCCHIO 

is used to draw up water from the well to water 
the garden.” 

“You can try me,” said Pinocchio. 

“Well, then,” said the gardener, “if you will 
draw up a hundred buckets of water, you may 
have a glass of milk for your pay.” 

“It is a bargain,” said Pinocchio. 

The gardener led him to the garden and 
taught him how to turn the pumping machine. 
Pinocchio began to work at once. Before he had 
drawn up the hundred buckets of water, he was 
perspiring from his head to his feet. Never be¬ 
fore had he done such hard work. 

When he had finished his task, Pinocchio 
took the glassful of milk to the home of the 
Talking Cricket. And from that day for more 
than five months he got up early in the morning 
and went to turn the pumping machine. In this 
way he earned the milk that was of such benefit 
to his father with his poor health. 

He also learned to make baskets of rushes, 
and with the money he sold them for he was able 
to provide for all their daily wants; and he man¬ 
aged to save forty cents with which to buy him¬ 
self a new coat. 

One day he said to his father: “I am going 



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THE COTTAGE 


165 


to the store to buy myself a new coat. When I 
return I shall be so well dressed that you will 
take me for a gentleman.” 

He left the house and ran merrily along. All 
at once he heard himself called by name. He 
turned and saw the servant of the Fairy with 
blue hair. 

“And how is my little Fairy?” he asked. 

“My dear Pinocchio,” said the servant, “the 
Fairy is lying in bed at the hospital. She is so 
poor that she has not enough to buy herself a 
mouthful of bread.” 

“Is it really so?” asked Pinocchio. “Poor 
Fairy! Poor Fairy! If I had a million dollars, 
I would give them all to her. But I have only 
forty cents. Here they are. I was going to buy 
a new coat, but take the money to her at once.” 

“And what about your new coat?” asked the 
servant. 

“What does my new coat matter?” asked 
Pinocchio. “I would sell these rags that I have 
on to help the Fairy. Come back again in two 
days, and I shall then be able to give you some 
more money.” 

That night instead of going to bed at ten 
o’clock, Pinocchio sat up till midnight. So in- 


166 


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stead of making eight baskets, he made sixteen. 
Then he went to bed and fell asleep. While he 
slept, he dreamed of the Fairy, and when he 
awoke it was morning. 

PINOCCHIO BECOMES A REAL BOY 

But think how surprised Pinocchio was when 
he awoke. He was no longer a wooden mario¬ 
nette. He had become a boy like other boys. He 
jumped out of bed and found a new suit of 
clothes, a new cap and a new pair of shoes that 
just fitted him. 

As soon as he was dressed, he put his hands 
into his pockets and pulled out a little purse on 
which was written these words: “The Fairy with 
the blue hair returns the forty cents to her dear 
Pinocchio. She thanks him for his good heart.” 

Pinocchio opened the purse, and instead of 
forty pennies, he found forty shining gold pieces. 
Then he went and looked at himself in the mir¬ 
ror. He thought he was some one else. For he 
did not see a wooden marionette, but a bright 
looking boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He 
looked as happy as if it were the Easter holidays. 

“Where can my papa be?” said he. 

Then he went into the next room and found 


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Gepetto. He was well again, and had taken up 
his work of wood-carving. 

“Papa,” said Pinocchio, as he threw his arms 
around his neck, “what has made this sudden 
change in our home?” 

“You have made the change,” said Gepetto. 

“How?” asked Pinocchio. 

“When bad boys become good boys they 
bring happiness to their families,” said Gepetto. 

“And where has that old wooden marionette 
gone?” he asked. 

“There it is,” answered Gepetto, as he 
pointed to a marionette that was leaning against 
a chair. 

Its head was on one side. Its arms were 
dangling, and its legs were so crooked it was a 
wonder that it was able to stand. 

Pinocchio looked at it, and then said: “How 
foolish I was when I was a marionette! I am 
glad that I have become a good little boy.” 




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